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How many ants live in your neighborhood?

Andy told me this morning on the way to school that his dad is starting to build a new underground condo project for senior ants on a big vacant field that’s three blocks from my house.  Imagine a retirement community for old ants!  His dad has to get up extra early to be at work by 7am.  Three blocks’ distance is a long way for ants to walk.

Most people have no idea how many ants live in my neighborhood.  They live in ant villages called colonies.  Andy tells me they have underground highways and that most ants never come out in the daytime.   When God created the earth, He made plenty of room for lots of ants. He sees value in them, even if people don’t.  God is quite amazing. He cares for every person and for every little creature—even ones smaller than ants.

 

It is test time again!

This week I’m taking a bunch of tests to see if I am learning anything.  I wish school never gave kids tests.  It seems the tests always test me on what I forgot.  Dad says I need to prepare for the tests and not worry so much.  Easy for him to say since he’s not being tested!  I’m good in math.  There are so many ways to get the same answer.  I have trouble remembering things that are taught in history.  I like science, especially when we study about insects.   The more I learn about Andy’s world, the better I understand him.  He’s an amazing little creature.  He’s smart.  I wonder if he could pass the tests I have to take this week? Wonder how much he really knows?

 

Halloween week!

 

This is a big week.  Halloween is always fun. All the kids in school dress up and we put on quite a parade. I have been thinking about what to be this year for weeks.  I have trouble making up my mind.  What seems like a cool idea one day is not that good of an idea the next.  I decided last Friday to be a storm trooper. I intended to work on the costume over the weekend but ended up having to do other things.  Now I have to make the costume in one day!  Andy told me yesterday he was going to dress up as a boy like me.   Imagine an ant dressing up as a fourth-grade boy!   That will be strange.  Andy is looking forward to going door to door asking for candy with me.  He knows he will get plenty!

 

 

Dad is gone and Mom is still sick.

 

Dad is traveling for his business this week.  Mom is still not feeling well after two weeks of being sick and Dad even seems concerned.  Before he left on his trip he got us three kids all together and asked us to help Mom and be extra kind to each other.  Sometimes my brother and I fight with each other.  I guess it’s just what boys do, but it really gets on Mom’s nerves.   My sister Becky gets very upset when we’re going at it.  Maybe we need to begin acting as brothers and good friends and not as enemies.  After all, we really do like each other.  We promised Dad that we would be helpful to Mom while he’s traveling this week.  I wish he didn’t have to leave.  I miss him when he has to go out of town.  I guess I need to start really praying for Mom to get better.  I did two weeks ago but forgot to pray for her last week. When she is not feeling well our house does not run right.

 

A really good time with Dad.

Well, I went camping and decided it was not a good idea to take Andy.  Boy, am I glad! There was a big anthill not far from our camp site.  My friend, Fred, doesn’t like insects at all.  He freaked out and made a real mess of the anthill.  Ants went crazy, and some of them got into Fred’s socks and bit him.  I’m sure glad Andy didn’t have to witness this!  It would have stressed him out!

The camping trip was really great.  Dad and I spent a lot of time together doing stuff we like to do.   We hiked, swam in the lake (but it was cold), and at night ate s’mores that we made over the campfire.  There was a good speaker that told stories and applied the stories to us kids.  For once someone talked to us as kids and not as adults.  After breakfast, he told us about how God is interested in the big things and the tiny things.   I thought of Andy!   I’m going to tell Andy all about what Dad and I did together, but not about what Fred did to the anthill.