I Know an Old Lady Who...

You know that old children's song, "I know an old lady who swallowed a fly"?  Well, this is not that.  But to me, it is just as disturbing.  Ew, ew, ew, ew, EWW!!  You'll understand shortly...

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...