Today we had a fly get in our house (very likely from the constant opening and shutting of our sliding glass doors off of the kitchen). It seemed to be an unsettling thing today so, in an effort to help Townshend not be afraid of house flies, I told him they were friendly. Occasionally, throughout the day, he'd double check that this fly was still a friendly one (and definitely not a bee).
I guess the idea took because, when his dad got home tonight, Townshend expanded on our earlier conversation and informed him (very solemnly, as is his wont) that this was a friendly fly:
"Flies are very friendly, Dad. You know cuz they like to land on you and kiss you. Cuz they are so friendly."
Kiss...spit...it's all perspective, right?
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1 comment:
Concept learned, yay!
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