Sadie: "Look, Mom! I caught a fly!"
Me (not paying much attention at first): "Uh-huh."Sadie puts her hand right up to my face. Yep! She caught a fly, alright! And is holding it tightly between her thumb and first finger about 2 inches from my nose!
Me, jumping: "Ach! What are you doing with that?! Ew, yuck! Get it away, please!"Sadie gingerly puts it down. I breathe a sigh of relief thinking we're done and the fly is dead. Nope. Not by a long shot.
Sadie: "Do you want to eat it, Mommy?"
Me, dumbfounded: "What?! NO! I do not want to eat a fly! Why would you even ask me that?"
Sadie: "Daddy likes to eat flies. He has eaten bugs before."
Me, trying my best not to completely freak out and making a mental note to have a talk with her daddy about this later: "Well, your daddy is weird like that. Not me. I don't eat bugs, thank you very much. Now, please go wash your hands."Conversation is at an end. I sit to share this story with you. Sadie returns.
Sadie: "Look, Mommy! He likes me!"I look and that blasted fly is crawling around on her hand!
Sadie, giggling: "Hahaha, it tickles! He really likes me!"
Where did I get such a child???? She's like the "Bug Whisperer"! Ew, ew, ew, ew, EWW!!! I have to go throw up now and then immediately take a shower...