Today we said our goodbyes to Papa.
Mr. Right drove Papa to the shuttle and we stood in the driveway and waved goodbye.
It was a sweet moment until we looked down at the pile of excrement the neighbors dog had deposited on our lawn.
I mean neighbors (plural) dogs (plural). I want to retaliate but I have heard rumors that previous street residents did not fare well in that war. So I have held back and bid my time...waiting for the perfect solution.
Mr. Right drove Papa to the shuttle and we stood in the driveway and waved goodbye.
It was a sweet moment until we looked down at the pile of excrement the neighbors dog had deposited on our lawn.
I mean neighbors (plural) dogs (plural). I want to retaliate but I have heard rumors that previous street residents did not fare well in that war. So I have held back and bid my time...waiting for the perfect solution.
If you make a suggestion and I use it and I win the war...I will reward you buy sending you this.
Nevertheless, as we looked at that pile of stink The Princess calmly said, "Ew. The flies are eating it."
Yup. That's what flies do.
I thought this would make a fine teaching moment so I added, And that is why you don't want to play with that bug swatter you children are so fond of. It is also why you don't want flies to land on your food.
Her thoughts must have been elsewhere because she said, "Huh? Why don't we want them on our food."
I wanted to say, "Really? You know the word oviparous but even as you stand her staring at the answer to my question you can't think of it?" Instead I stated the obvious, Because they might have been on a pile of dog crap first.
She blanched and said "Ew."
Yeah.
"Why did Heavenly Father make them in the first place?" she sighed.
Yup. That's what flies do.
I thought this would make a fine teaching moment so I added, And that is why you don't want to play with that bug swatter you children are so fond of. It is also why you don't want flies to land on your food.
Her thoughts must have been elsewhere because she said, "Huh? Why don't we want them on our food."
I wanted to say, "Really? You know the word oviparous but even as you stand her staring at the answer to my question you can't think of it?" Instead I stated the obvious, Because they might have been on a pile of dog crap first.
She blanched and said "Ew."
Yeah.
"Why did Heavenly Father make them in the first place?" she sighed.