shoo fly, don't bother Me!

My girls love bees. Have I mentioned this before? They call every winged creature a bee. Anna can even buzz for you if you like. Last week, I put on "The Adventures of Winnie-the-Pooh" during quiet time. Not understanding that bees are, in point of fact, Pooh's enemy, they giggle and shout when they see the bees-- "ooh Bees!"

Yay for bees.

So, today, I got the biggest giggle at 7:30 am. A slow, wretched fly--one of those kind that is so stupid that it goes crazy repeatedly flying into a window or mirror -- you can hear it thumping and buzzing, but its too dumb to stop-- you know that type of fly? Well, one of its ilk started flying around the breakfast table.

This created quite a stir at the girls end--"Look! a bee! a bee!" They were so happy. They all started pointing and laughing. It was delightful. It was pure joy-- even if it wasn't a bee. I told them, "Its a fly." They didn't really care.

Then, the crowning event---- The fly landed on Maren's eggs. (Did you inadvertantly convulse? I know I did- bleh.) But, oh the joy! Maren shouted out-- "Its on my eggs!" with the same voice that says--"Santa Claus came last night!" or "The easter bunny left me a basket!" And Evey followed up with "on the eggs! on the eggs!"

This was followed by many squeals and giggles; so many, in fact, that I found myself laughing along. Then, the slow, wretched "bee" visited Eveys eggs, where it was greeted happily, and then, Anna's eggs, where it was again, welcomed openly with love and excitement.

Until finally, unable to stomach the grossness, I whapped it with a towel, and it, and a few eggs, flew off of Anna's highchair tray. So, that was the end of the happiness; although they didn't seem to really know that I had killed it, until I picked it up with a paper towel and we had to say, "goodbye fly."

Man, in retrospect now I feel like a big meanie. Parents are such a downer.