Flashback Friday, er... Wednesday.

I know it's not a Friday, so my chances for alliteration are shot, but I thought I would share a flashback anyway.This flashback doesn't go back too far, just a few years. Someday, if I ever figure out how to hook up and operate our scanner I will share some lovely photos from before the digital camera age. I spent my formative years growing up in the late eighties and nineties, so it could be quite scary. You are warned.

Today I thought that I would share one of my favorite memories of my daughter.

We were living on base in North Carolina and we were all playing outside in the evening. Sometimes it actually cools off slightly in the evening so that being outside is bearable, unlike during the day. I found Princess Blondie laying in the yard checking something out.

She had plopped herself down to watch an ant hill.

I kept an eye on her though after I discovered that she was watching ants. Ants are vicious down south. Fire aunts are not to be toyed with. It hurts and then itches when they bite. The bites turn into little blister/pimple type things. They are just not fun. In Michigan, there were never any ants that bit. They were just a nuisance, but they didn't cause any harm.

I remember once when Sonny Boy was about 2, my dad took him out in our yard to play. He was showing him all the ant hills, because he didn't know that these were fire ants and they bit, until Sonny Boy started crying. 

 His poor little hands were covered in ant bites and my poor dad felt awful. I feel worse for my dad than I do Sonny Boy. Sonny Boy doesn't remember a thing.

Princess Blondie was at a safe distance though. She sat there for quite a while, just watching them.

Oh the simple things in life.