When we leave the house in the morning, Peter always sits on the front steps while I put Aaron in the car. Now that it is Spring time, the ants have started coming out and Peter enjoys "playing" with them.
The other day one must have stayed on his shirt to come along for the car ride because after I finish strapping Peter in the car and was headed down the road I hear from the back seat:
"Look Mommy, an ant! Not Aunt Jenny... Not Aunt Marilyn... Not Aunt K... Not Aunt Bubbs... I think her name is Aunt Little, because she is a little ant."