Miss O and her granny panties went for a bike ride last night. As we neared Jeff and Sarah's house, we noticed an enormous writhing pile of ants on the sidewalk. Of course half the neighborhood ended up congregating around it to chat and let the kids play with it, 'cause we're all excellent parents that way.
T spent an hour hurdling the ants, while Miss O drew them a chalk castle and A just tried to smoosh them with her bike.
Apparently that looked like way more fun than pampering them with turrets and moats and drawbridges, because Miss O got on her bike, put on her helmet, and in her nicest, most mannered and modulated voice said, "Excuse me, please. I'm going to run over some ants now."
Then she gunned it.
I knew those granny panties were trouble...