Ants in Your Pants

Aid and Grant were fighting over the tent this morning. To get back and his big brother, Grant climbed up on a stool and body dropped himself onto Aid, who had pushed him out of the tunnel of the tent. While I absolutely don't condone them physically fighting, I can't say I blamed Grant.

However, Grant was asked to go apologize to his brother. Which he did. Only to have Aid push him. Aid ended up on time out. As I was talking to Aid on time out, he interrupted me saying, "Well, mom it's just not a problem because I have something for him." He then proceeded to pull a tiny little crocodile from his underwear.

"Aid," I said, "You cannot carry things around in your underwear, it's kind of yucky." (I am trying very hard to stifle my laugh at this point.) "Well, Mom," he said, "It's just not a problem, because it's the perfect house for the crocodile!"

The conversations I never thought I would be having happen on a daily basis around here....