This morning I wasn't feeling well and I was trying to sleep a little on the couch. Henry was gone with the boys in the backyard for a split second and then came to lay down by me. Through my sleepy eyes I could tell he found a bag of ginger snaps. Then I came to my senses and remembered the boys left that outside last night. I looked and the bag was filled with 100's of ants. There he was eating the cookies, with ants crawling all over his fat little hands and arms. I screamed at the top of my lungs and tried to grab the cookies out of his hands. He cried (hard) and I ran the bag outside...and then washed the ants off his body. What a way to wake up for the day. Yuck.
2 days ago