The story of ants in my pants begins Wednesday afternoon. I took the boys swimming and then we had to pick Nathan up at work because my car was in the shop. By the time we got home Henry had a little accident in his car seat and we had to leave the seat outside overnight to dry out.
Thursday morning began innocently enough. Nathan put the seat back in the car, we took last day of school pictures of Jack and got in the car. Our first hint of trouble: on the way to school Jack noticed an ant on Henry’s leg. After drop off, we went to Starbucks. In the drive through line Henry announces, “Mommy there are more ants on me.” Hmm… more trouble. I turn around and see that yes, there are ants on Henry and ants on his car seat. I (very calmly of course) had Henry move over to Jack’s seat and texted Nathan, all of this happened while we were in the drive through line waiting for my drink. Nathan’s response to my text on ants invading Henry’s seat: “Probably should have anticipated that. It’s like an ant buffet.” Then Henry says from the backseat, “Mommy I’ve got ants in my pants.” And then he cracked up. He’s a funny one!
We get home, take the seat out, make Henry strip down to inspect him for ants, vacuum the car out (many, many times). An hour or so later the car was much cleaner than when we started and so was Henry’s seat. The moral of the story: don’t put a six-year old car seat on your driveway overnight. Ants will find the years of dried and crusted food in it and make it their new home.
In other news, we seem to have a pet baby bunny living in our side garden. Henry named him Pippin. So far, he’s eaten three carrots and some lettuce that we’ve left for him. We also left a small container of water so he could have a bunny bathtub.
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