Making It Weird For The Ants

Grace and I were outside this afternoon. I noticed her hunched over the concrete, balancing on one leg. Her other leg was bent at the knee, and she was swinging it out and in, out and in; like she was kicking an imaginary ball.
She looked over at me, her little eyes twinkling, and said "I'm making it weird for the ants! See! Sunny, dark! Sunny, dark!"
She proceeded to giggle gleefully; pumped up with her god-like power.
I love her so much.