We were outside, squinting in the dappled sunlight, feeling warm breezes. Watching clouds.

Katie squatting on her haunches, greeting bugs on the sidewalk. That is a beetle I tell her. This is an ant. Here we have a cricket.

“No, Mommy. Not a cwicket.” She listens for a second, head cocked to the side. The cricket chirps and she tells me, “Not a cwicket. Dis a honcho bug.”

So there you have it. Honcho bug it is.

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