The other day, my seven-year-old was playing wih legos, making a maze for an ant he'd found. There was a mishap and he injured the ant with one of the blocks. It rolled up in a ball, looking like it was in pain and he took it to his mom who said he should probably kill it to end its suffering. We didn't think much about it. We kill ants and flies everyday. He disappeared for awhile and when he came back, he was sobbing. He'd just returned from burying his ant and was terribly distressed about it. All of this went over my head and I didn't really pay attention to any of it, but today my wife called and asked me if I'd seen the grave. Apparently, he'd taken a brick from our backyard and written on it, "A little ant died here."
I think I'm going to cry.
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