He's Available if You Want to Be Insulted

The spring ants have arrived.  The kids noticed them last night while they were eating their bedtime snack.  After trying to lure the ants to various locations with his spaghetti (the "snack" could also be called "this perfectly good food you didn't eat at supper"), The Bairn announced that the ants probably came inside because our kitchen is so dirty and full of crumbs.  Then he squeezed my arm and asked me why I'm so squishy.  He's really killing it with the compliments lately.