Recently, we had this episode of ants on the floor again. It was K who spotted them. We counted... 1-2-3-4.... Ooops, too many. Hence, off husband goes for a wet rag. K takes it upon herself to warn them.
K: Hi ants!
Ants: Hi K! (i'm sure they replied, who can resist a cute four year old?)
K: Wait there, okay? Papa went to get a wet towel.
Ants: Wet towel for...?
K: He's going to wipe you.
Ants: (looks scared)
K: Don't worry, it will feel just like you're taking a bath.
She did warn them, didn't she?