"Mommy, come quick! There are more ants in here than you can even 'magine!" Anaya announced to me last night. "Can I spray them?"
I gave her the veggie spray bottle and then followed her a few moments later to the playroom, where she was vigorously assaulting the mob. "I thought they were your friends," I said.
"Not anymore," she assured me grimly. "I'm tired of them."