This time of year, we start having a problem with ants.
The unnoticed apple juice spill. The last bite of granola bar tossed behind the couch. The stray dripping from a freezy pop. We may as well have a sign on the front door, "Welcome to the Ant Haven."
I've been keeping close tabs on the boys, and explaining to Mo how we have to be careful with our food to prevent being taken over by creepy crawlies. I also bought some child-proof ant traps.
So this afternoon, he was munching Pringles and leaving crumbs all over the place. Instead of going for the dust pan or at least pointing out the mess - like he's been doing lately - he just ignored the Pringle droppings.
"Buddy, you need to clean that up," I reminded him.
He shrugged. Then he pointed to an ant trap, less then a foot away, hiding under the couch.
"It's OK, Mom. See? This will get 'em," he rationalized.
11 months ago