Here's the story.
After coming home with a bunch of groceries, my son decided, for the first time ever, that he wanted to run barefoot into the house. You have to know my son to understand that this is a huge progression for him. He is not the typical boy in that he does not like bugs of any kind and hates getting dirty. Thus the combination of these two things makes running barefoot rather difficult. He might squash a bug or get his feet dirty, after all. I do not know what made him suddenly decide to do this, but I celebrate it as a small victory.
Thus, because Seth managed to successfully navigate the length of the driveway barefoot, it was only a matter of time before his very competitive sister decided try this previously uncharted territory as well. Hannah has grown in leaps and bounds in so many things, overcoming many of her fears, so I wasn't really that surprised that she had determined to try this.
She successfully helped me bring one load of groceries into the house - shoeless - dropping her flip flops in the house after the first trip. She went back to the trunk to grab another bag when, lo and behold, out of nowhere, comes this....................KILLER ANT!...................obviously loaded down with artillery galore. I didn't see it (how could I miss it, I ask?), but I certainly could not miss my daughter's shriek. Nor could my neighbours for that matter.
"Mom!" my daughter hollered. "There's an ANT!" I stood there, unable to rescue my daughter because I was laughing, so she took matters into her own hands, as noted by the picture below:
She climbed into the open trunk. And she wasn't budging. And I was helpless with laughter. I finally managed to go into the house, grab the camera, and return with her flip flops. I took this picture (the sun was in her eyes) and did aid in her rescue after all.
And honestly, I'm still laughing.