“Mommy, I can’t wait to get my pet frogs!” Little Man announced after coming inside from playing on Wednesday.
“Pet frogs?” I was confused.
“Yeah, you know, I dug two holes in the ground,” he said while pulling off his rain boots.
This didn’t tell me much of anything, aside from the fact that I now have two more obstacles to face in the yard that could potentially lead to a sprained/broken ankle.
“Go on…” I prodded.
“Well, one hole is for Bilbo (his dog) to poop in. I told him that’s where he poops from now on, so hopefully he listens. And I put water in the other hole.”
I was still confused.
“How does this get you pet frogs?”
LM gives me this look, like maybe I’m not as smart as he thought. “Mom, you know that flies like poop. And frogs like flies. So they’ve got food and they have water to swim in, and I’ll have pet frogs!”
Little Man had to go to the doctor today. An ant bite on his foot caused it to get really swollen and warm to the touch, so I was worried that it might be infected.
“I don’t think the ants meant to hurt me, Mom. I think they were just being friendly,” LM said last night as I was eyeing his swollen foot.
“Yeah, you know, because of how I feed the ants all of the time.”
This is true. He thinks it’s his job to feed the ants. When he was four, he used to hide scraps of food around the house. We couldn’t figure out why we were getting those little sugar ants until I noticed him leaving his offerings one day, which is when he informed me that he regularly left food for the ants to make it easier for them.
At the time, I told him not to do that inside anymore, so he started putting food on the front porch. He was also told not to do this, and then he started leaving it on the driveway next to the car. So we got little ant piles in the driveway. Finally, he started making his sacrifices directly to the large ant piles.
(Yes, we’ve had the whole ‘it’s not your job’ talk, but he genuinely thinks the ants are going to die out if he doesn’t contribute, and he can’t understand why that is not a bad thing!)
Little Man told me yesterday that he had given the ants at school the leftover crusts from his sandwich. “So I guess this is when they bit my foot, my butt, and my leg. That was their way of saying ‘thanks for the food!'”
When the nurse from today commented on the mean ants biting LM, he informed her that they weren’t mean at all–they were just being nice. Of course, she didn’t have the background story to that and looked at him like he had sprouted a second head.
Fortunately, the little thank you gifts the ants left for Little Man didn’t cause an infection–it was just an allergic reaction.