You know how wet it has been lately. It has caused some big black ants to migrate into our house. I staked out a lot of ant traps over the weekend.
So this morning Marin and I are at the breakfast table and I spied an ant scurrying across the kitchen floor and I stomped on it.
Marin - What was that?
Me - An ant.
Marin - Did you kill him?
Me - Yes
Marin - Are we gonna eat it?
Me - Did you eat bugs in Africa?
Marin - Yes
Me - How did you eat them?
Marin - Cook them in a pan until they go pop like popcorn
Me - Did you like them
Marin - No. They don't taste good inside me.
Me - Then why did you eat them?
Marin - I was hungry.
Sometimes I wonder if I will ever get to the bottom of all her stories. So many divergent situations bring up a memory that takes is down a trail and I learn something new. I just hope I always remember to ask Marin questions instead of shutting down the conversation.
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I have a feeling you will always remember to ask questions. I met a Meron this past week who is about 7 years old and only came to the US 4 weeks ago. I cannot wait until she begins to speak.
I so appreciate your writing.
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