This is one conversation I didn't anticipate having with my daughter.
Let's start with a history lesson, shall we?
A few days ago we were chatting with the kids as they were playing outside. Now, you should know that my kids love bugs. Ants, worms, slugs, butterflies, moths, bees, spiders (ewwww!). Basically, anything creepy crawly. On this particular day we were talking about ants. More specifically, eating ants.
As a mom, we tend to tell our kids "no" when they ask if they can eat ants. Technically they answer would be yes, but I really don't want to go there. My hubby decides to give that answer though. So, my kids decided to push it a bit further to where we end up having to discuss why someone can/would eat ants and how they definitely should not! (He also mentioned chocolate covered ants...bad move...it made them sound even more delicious)
Anyway, that conversation went fine and there were no ant-eating-incidents that day.
Fast forward to today...
I was folding laundry when Afton comes up and stands in the doorway.
"Mom, can I eat an ant?"
"No, honey. People don't need to eat ants."
"But I won't eat a red one." (because the red ones "sting" you, of course)
"It's not really a good idea. Sometimes it's OK to eat ants, but not where we live."
"but Dad said..."
(I interrupt this "but" fest)
"yes, honey, I know what daddy said, but...." (my own "but" fest)
...and then, I momentarily lost all sense of reason, and decided that, instead of explaining the "why's" and "how's" I would just.....
"OK, honey. If you find a black ant you may eat it."
Not really sure what took over my mind at that moment. It just came out! You know what she said then?
"Well, I found one and I had to take it back out of my mouth quickly! It was gross! It tasted like throw up!"
Apparently, she had already tried to eat an ant then she asked permission.
At least we won't be having that conversation again. Until Caleb. And I'll tell him the same thing.