Noah has recently grown deathly afraid of flies. We have no idea why…and we get a lot of them in our house because they seem to come in the back door a LOT…especially WHEN LITTLE PEOPLE LEAVE THE DOOR OPEN ALL THE TIME.
Not that I’m annoyed at that or anything.
Anywho, it’s pretty funny. Yesterday Noah took his breakfast from the kitchen nook into the dining room because he saw a fly. So cute.
SO
Yesterday we got in the car and started our trip to San Diego, and all of a sudden Noah shrieks, “AH! A FLY!”
So we do what any good parent would do and embark on the ritual of getting the fly out of the car…for pretend.
“OK…let’s roll down the window and get the fly out!” Christy exclaims as she rolls down to “let the fly out”. Of course, we don’t know if the fly really gets out…but hopefully Noah feels better.
I, on the other hand, actually see something go out the window and think we were victorious.
60 seconds later…
“AHHHHH! A FLYYYYY”
“Oh no! There must be another one!”
And we repeat the ritual of rolling down the window to let the fly out…
All is right with the world (but I think the fly is still in the car…shhhhh…we won’t tell if you won’t)
Then Christy does another one of our weekly rituals, “Who wants to pray for our trip?” (this is the time we pray for a safe trip…)
Noah says, “I DO!” and proceeds to pray this prayer:
“Dear Lord. There’s a fly. Amen”
He says it at such a low volume that we aren’t REALLY sure what he said…we ask Nathaniel…he confirms the content of the prayer. We reply, “No, Noah…try again. Pray for our trip.”
He prays, “Dear Lord. Make all flies…get away. Amen.”
