Darion came outside the other day with a canning jar. He decided to catch some small ants to keep as pets. I tried to explain to him that they wouldn't live without a queen telling them what to do. The next thing we knew, Darion was trying to tell them that he would be their new queen and that they should listen to him. He even put some cracker crumbs in their jar so they could have something to eat. We woke up the next day and we had this conversation:
Darion: "Mom, can I write a message to my ants in the car?"
Me: "Sure! Your aunts would probably love to hear from you!"
Darion: "How do you spell 'This is your new queen?'"
That's when I realized he didn't mean "aunts" he meant "ants!" I helped him spell the words and he taped them to the jar facing the inside so the ants could read them. A few hours later the ants were all shriveled up and dead.