Ants in the Pants..........literally

So, being a mother to a little boy continues to provide humor in quite unexpected ways.

Yesterday, I made coffee cake for breakfast and was preparing to serve it. Duncan was already in his seat at the table when he began his morning show.

"Mom. I want to tell you something I did but I won't get in trouble. K?"

Tricky little fellow, isn't he. I fell hook line and sinker for it, too.

"K." I called back only half listening as I searched for forks, napkins, milk cups, etc.

"Well, you know those plastic bugs we bought for the party?" he asked.

"I do." I said smiling because what he was calling a party was actual a camping themed dinner party for only the 4 of us that he had planned.

Now, he's smiling. And giggling. "Well," he says, now laughing," I put them in my..." he can't talk now because he's laughing so hard. He catches his breath and finally adds that last word, "pants."

His sister is in a fit of giggles and so is he. I am standing in the kitchen confused.

"When?" I demand.

Still having a hard time talking because he's laughing so hard so he tries to explain. "Right before you walked into my room. I just grabbed them and dropped them in." he doubles over in laughter at this point.

I am somewhat bewildered by this and his Daddy has joined us at this point and we're somewhere between laughing at him and considering therapy for him.

"And I can offer you proof," he announces and with that he reaches into his pants and begins pulling out plastic spiders, centipedes and other various nasty bugs.

That was enough to put us all over the edge. We're all laughing at this point and then as if he needed to say anything else he adds-

"Yeah, I just opened up the private hatch and dropped 'em right in"