One night when we had hamburgers for dinner, my daughter ate two or three–a lot for such a young girl, I thought. She did, however, excuse herself to the bathroom more than once. I figured with all the ketchup, mustard and pickle relish on her fingers, she decided a napkin just wouldn’t do.
It wasn’t until the next day that I learned the true fate of those hamburgers. My daughter had indeed eaten the messy hamburger buns, but when I followed a trail of ants to the back of her bedroom closet, I discovered several beef patties hiding there. Since she clearly didn’t want to eat them when she was told to, the ants were taking care of it for her! -Paulette, mother of 2