Me: "Slugs. No, wait, I'm sorry. I wasn't really looking. They're grubs."
Jake: "They're cute. They're my pets."
Me: "Your pets? OK."
Jake: "They were under this log. I found them. Look at all the ants. There are so many ants!"
Jake: "Look! Look! They're moving! That one just lifted his face up and you know what?"
Jake: "He had ants all over his face!"
Me: "I bet he doesn't like that very much."
Jake: "Why not?"
Me: "You wouldn't like to be covered with ants, would you?"
Jake: "No way!"
Max (my 14 year old) wanders out
Jake: "Max! Max! Come here and look! These are ... what are they called again, Dad?"
Me: "Slugs. I mean grubs."
Jake: "These are my grubs! They're so cute! They're my pets."
Max: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
Jake: "And look! His face is covered with ants!"
Max, squatting down to look: "Dad, are those ants eating the grubs alive?"
Me: "Yep. But I wasn't trying to draw too much attention to it. They're his pets, after all."
Max: "That would be horrible. Jake, we should give them a quick death."
Jake: "What's death?"
Me, laughing: "You can field this one, Max."