Homophones Can Be Confusing

It seems that in the past couple of months, quite a few people that we know have passed away from this life into the next. Most of them were older and had lived long, full lives. I recently referred to the one--a wonderful old man who left behind his wife of 61 years. Hard to imagine. My hat's off to them.

Anyway, at one of the funerals recently, my husband---who has a wonderful voice---was asked to sing. It was a complicated week in that I was going to be gone overnight on that day and the next so my in-laws were coming down to help out with the kids while I was gone. It happened that the funeral was on this same day, so we made plans for my husband's folks to pick up the kids from school. My husband was explaining all of this to the two youngest, explaining all the rigamarole: Maama and Poppa were going to pick them up from school because Mom's going to be gone until tomorrow and Daddy has to sing at a funeral. Some people we know had an aunt who died and the funeral's today and so Daddy will be gone too for a little while. After a few minutes of explanation, my youngest said in exasperation:

"All this trouble for an ant??"