I really can't stand the ants, but Petey loves them.
"They're my friends," he says. "See, they're friendly!" Not only does he enjoy letting them crawl up his arm, he's actually lain down on the floor in the middle of the swarm.
Does that make you queasy? Trust me, it is much much worse to actually witness it than to simply read about it.
Pete went with me to the grocery store, and I picked up some of those Raid ant baits. He wanted to know what they were. How could I tell them they were poison? I lied. Yes, I lied, and I don't feel bad about it at all. I said it was ant food.
He saw the box earlier today and expressed a desire to feed his little friends. I told him to wait until Daddy came home. When Bill got back from his errand (he's off today), Peter remembered right away.
So, Peter helped Daddy
I really hope he doesn't remember this when he's older.