Yesterday morning, DC did not want to finish her cereal. She came out of the kitchen stating "I'm full, but I'm not done." I sent her back in to "wait and see if more room opened up" to finish her breakfast. Several minutes passed, and I went to see if she had finished it.
"No, Mommy," she said solemnly. "There's a fly in my cereal."
Now, I can't prove anything, but, as nearly as I could tell:
She had gone to the window sill, picked up a dead fly, and PERCHED IT ON HER CEREAL.
I'm not sure what that says about her. I'm REALLY not certain what it says about me that I had to bite down the urge to pat her on the head and say "Clever girl!"
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I've sorted out my google account especially so I can post here to say that is the cleverest little story I've heard in a while, well done young pixie!
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