Mommy . . . yucky . . . c'mere!

I was in the kitchen rinsing out Abby and Isaac's cups to give them some milk.  As usual, my little shadow was in there with me, something I realize I am going to miss like crazy some day!!!

I looked over to see her excited expression as she was looking at something under the table.

Abby: Yook!  Fly! (with more excitement than birthdays or Christmas have brought to her little face)
Me: Is there a fly under the table?
Abby: Yeah!!!!

This is not an abnormal occurrence, so I don't really pay much more attention.  Then I see her with her little spoon hitting at the ground.

Me: Abby, don't bang your spoon on the ground, okay? (I mean, we have tile floors -- and it isn't THAT strong of a spoon, and she's banging pretty hard.)

Abby stops, I finish rinsing the cups and go to get the milk when she comes over to me, the sourest expression on her face.

Abby:  Mommy . . . yucky!
Me: Abby, what's yucky?  What do you have in your mouth?  Did you eat a fly?
Abby: Yeah. (whimper) C'mere . . . yook!
Me: Abby, we don't eat flies!  Did you spit it back out?
Abby: (whimper) C'mere . . . yook!

During all of this, she is trying really hard to scrape something out of her mouth.  I take her outstretched hand and follow her into the kitchen.  And to my dismay . . . borderline horror, actually . . . I see a mound of black!  That is, a few eggs that had fallen from their plates or chairs after breakfast COVERED with tiny little black ANTS!!!

Apparently Abby had been sitting in them, because I noticed at that moment that a few were crawling up my arm from the hand that she held with a death grip.  And then I saw that SHE had quite a few crawling all over her as well. 

I woke David from his peaceful slumber on the sofa and told him to come and look.  He brushed me off a few times.  Isaac came, though.  So then I stood there with one child holding each hand, me holding Isaac back from getting in the middle of the mess of coolness that are all bugs to him these days, and INSIST that David wake up and come and look at the ants. 

See, I've asked him to spray for them before (he told me I can't use the spray anymore because I'm pregnant and he thinks I go overboard because I'm paranoid about all things bugs . . . particularly cockroaches . . . and he's probably right).  And I'm sure he hasn't done it because he thinks I exaggerate on my stories of all things bugs. So I know nothing is going to happen unless I can GET HIM TO SEE for himself that we have a SERIOUS ANT PROBLEM around the door in our kitchen.  I gently invite him in AGAIN, I even REMIND him (lovingly) that I have asked him to spray for them FOUR times, and this time our daughter ATE them on her food (how dare they try to eat HER FOOD anyway?).  And this time, there were not only ants on the few scraps of food left over from their breakfast, there was a dark and thick line of them leading from the food to the wall and along the back of the wall -- and I do mean HUNDREDS since they aren't THAT big (sheesh -- for just a few mesely eggs that hadn't been there more than an hour?)!!!

We ushered the kids into their rooms for an early nap, and David sprayed the wall and the middle of the floor, and along the door (again).  YAY!

And I thought the most EXCITING part of today was going to be taking the kids to see the animals at the COUNTY FAIR!!!