Can any of you explain to me why the boy who would cheerfully climb into a dark, scary box to be mailed to China is so deathly afraid of a housefly that he'll burst into tears when one lands on his p.b.j. and then spend the rest of the evening frantically asking, "Fuhyii bichew?" in a teary voice and asking "Daddy killim?"
Overheard in the F house this evening:
J: I was going to, but then you made that whiny face, so now the answer is no.
S: Well, that wasn't really a whiny look. It was more a pleading look.