Last week, we passed a two-story house that had been completely encased for termite fumigation in a big, circus-colored striped tent. It looked hilarious, so I pointed it out to the munchkin. I explained why it was tented, and that they were spraying poison chemicals to kill the termites inside. He became very upset that the termites had to die. For the next few days, he kept coming up with ideas to save the termites. He cried a few times for them. "I don't want the termites to die. I want them to be not killed."
A few days ago, he adopted a carrot out of our refrigerator as his special pet. He wanted to take it to bed with him (ix-nay from Mom); instead we made it a little bed in the kitchen with a banana for a pillow.The poor little carrot soon became sad and floppy, and Angy tried to compost it, provoking howls of protest from Isaac. Finally I convinced him the carrot would be really happy going back to the dirt where it was born, and promised to get him a new carrot pet the next time I went grocery shopping.
