It's fly season in Herriman again (read: Summer) and we are so sick of those little buzzing things bumping into our arms and legs and getting "all up in our grill." We've become handy with our fly swatters, much to the (recently discovered) chagrin of our family's most sensitive soul.
Today's conversation with Adam:
Adam: I'm not going to kill another fly.
Me: Okay. Why not?
Adam: Well, you know how we have lives?
Kristin: Yeah...
Adam: How would you like to be swatted by a giant finger?
The kid does have a point. It won't stop me from tirelessly working to eradicate the fly issue. Perhaps I'll just save my swatting for after bedtime.
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