We were outside
, squinting in the dappled sunlight
, feeling warm breeze
s. Watching cloud
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.