The Fly

Today after your nap, you were so cranky. But as soon as we went downstairs you focused your attention on the little fly that was buzzing around our house. Ten minutes you followed it, saying, "Where the fly went, Mommy? Oh, there it is, on the wall/window/table." Then you lost it again. "We have to find it Mommy!" You kept saying this over and over. Finally, I said, "Why, Isaiah? Why do we have to find it?" "We have to find it, and we have to smack it with the newspaper!" I was laughing so hard. I have no idea where you get these things!