Paul and Max were out in the garage (Max's new favorite hangout) the other day, doing all sorts of guy things that guys do in garages. It's a special treat for Max whenever his daddy is in the garage, because that space is off-limits at all other times. I have no desire to be in there, and I can only guess what he would get into if he explored the place on his own.
Eventually, it started getting close to bedtime, so my boys came inside. Paul had a funny smile on his face ... "Your son just ate two ants," he informed me.
Apparently, this is what happened. Max was riding his bike around the garage when he suddenly looked down and said, "I can eat those!" He jumped off the bike, knelt down and commenced to picking at the ground with two fingers until he got a poor unsuspecting ant in his grasp. Then without a second thought, he popped the thing in his mouth!
Back on the bike for another round, until he spied an even bigger ant. Off the bike, on the ground, and that ant was gone!
The third time this happened (are you wondering if my husband was doing anything to stop it?), he tried and tried and tried but couldn't get a grip on the ant. So my dear husband directed him toward an anthill- a veritable buffet of little creatures to munch! The anthill was so entertaining that he actually didn't try to rummage for snacks. He just watched the bugs work and "helped" them build their home.
After I heard this story from Paul, my first question was, "Where did he come up with the idea to eat ants??"
With a sheepish grin, Paul responded, "I may have told him one time that ants are edible..."
Oh, boys.
2 comments:
that is such a paul thing to do. at least he isn't trying to trick him into eating rabbit turds wrapped in tulip leaves by telling him it's a new kind of candy. poor kelley.
Oh, poor Kelley... poor Kelley. At least when Max starts doing those things to his younger siblings, they will have someone to go to who understands their pain.
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