Last night, around 8pm I was sitting on the couch enjoying reruns of Good Eats when Zoe Scout comes rushing out into the living room. She was so excited about something and was carrying a spoon from her play kitchen.
As she got closer I could see that the spoon was sporting a very dead and squished fly. Here is the story as told by her:
"The bug wasn't looking then I smooshed him with the scarf. Then I hit the bug with the spoon then I came to tell you and daddy."
Best I can figure, I think she stunned the beast (it was a huge fly) with the scarf and then finished him off with the spoon! I was so proud of her but not as proud as she was of herself!
She was SO proud! What a hit. :)
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