At the Liberty camping property, there is a big ant hill on the other side of the creek. I never liked going over there because the ants always crawled up my legs. :-/
One day, John came back from exploring with the boys and had a confused look on his face. He told us that James calls the ant hill: ant - hill.
No big deal. I didn't really get it.Until I heard him say it for myself.
Aunt Hill.
As in, "Mom, we went and saw Aunt Hill."
A few days after our trip, we were out running errands, and James spotted a huge debris pile.
"LOOK MOM, IT'S AUNT HILL!"
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