Frannie and I were munching our oatmeal with extra raisins.
“Look!” she said. “A bug! A bug!” A small fly was sitting on the wall above the table.
“Yep, a fly,” I said.
“He’s looking for food,” she told me.
“Really? What kind of food?”
“Um, fly food.” She looked at him for a minute while she chewed. “I need more oatmeal!”
“You still have half a bowlful,” I said.
The fly moved an inch to the left.
“That fly is happy!” she yelled.
“How can you tell?”
“He’s smiling!”
Sometimes I feel like I’m missing something in the world. I never see smiling flies anymore. The world just isn’t the same after puberty.
Last time I saw flies smiling I had spent a lot of money to acheive that state!
stories like that make me want to breed.
thank god that impulse passes quickly.
Just remember that incidents like this are always bookended by screaming and kicking. I need a mouthguard and Mr. Husband needs a cup.
Yeah, I’m with Jimbo. Kids are pretty much disgusting, but that’s some cute shit.
I can’t believe I’m breaking my vow not to post anywhere on the internet to say that.
Thanks. Fly obsession. Smiling flies.
That takes me back! Ah, the memories.
Ah, truly the world is not the same after puberty…. *sigh*