Man of the house

It turns out that when Dad's at work, it falls to me to be the man of the house.

This afternoon, I ran into the study to report that I'd found 'a big ant!'

Mum said she was a bit busy and that she'd be there in a minute.

Well. I know what that means.

I grabbed a piece of scrap paper off the desk and wandered off.

Mum finally took notice when she saw me walk past, heading for the bin, and balancing my ant* on the piece of paper.

She was a bit freaked out but secretly impressed that I'd taken notice of the grown-up technique of picking up and disposing of dead creepy crawlies.

* I sometimes use 'ant' as a generic term. In this case, it referred to an enormous blowfly.