okay: michigan.
september 1.

my daughter, the ant lover

harper has asked repeatedly over the past few months if she could ever be an ant. specifically, a flying ant. she wants to know if we would still recognize her, if we would still love her, would we step on her, etc.

she has an ant fixation.

tonight she looked out the basement window and saw that three ant hills have cropped up out of a crack in the cement of our back patio.

"wow, look at that!" she said. "those ants have been preeeettttyyyy busy! i'm proud of them! their ant hills are beautiful!"

then she took my hand, smiled up at me, and said, "i'm serious. they did a nice job."

such a funny little thing, this girl of mine.

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