“What’s that, Grandpa?” The little three-year-old girl was out in the old man’s backyard exploring as usual, while her grandfather watched from a chair on the patio.
“It’s a dragonfly, Dani.”
“Dragonfly?” She looked in wonder as the insect alighted onto one of the potted tomato plants at the edge of the concrete.
“Yes, it’s a flying bug.”
“A bug?” She looked down and cried out excitedly. “Here are some more bugs.” She squatted and pointed her finger.
“Yes, those are ants.”
“Ants?” She acted like she’d never heard the word before.
“Look on the fence.”