The other night we were driving to pick up dinner, this is how the conversation went:
Jonathan: Mom, I have an ant on me.
Me: Kill it Jonathan!
Jonathan: NO! It’s a sugar ant mom.
Me: Oh, you must taste sweet then.
Jonathan: Yup. You know why it likes me?
Me: No, why?
Jonathan: Because I rubbed my lollypop all over my hand and it's actually eating it.
Me: Oh that is gross and you are going to be all sticky.
Jonathan: So. It likes me.
So we get to our destination. He then proceeds to keep the ant on his hand; sits at the table while we are waiting for our takeout food and watches the ant continue to “eat” the lollypop off of his hand. Of course then Bryanna wanted a sugar ant too.
It was lost somewhere from the restaurant to the car…thank god.
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