Every once in a while, I have a conversation with my 5 year old daughter, the Pink Tornado, that simply must be documented. I’ll be blogging them here.
The PT is on spring break this week, so today we went to spend a Build A Bear gift card. After making Sara, the pink bear with the fairy princess dress, we went to Barnes and Noble where I bought
Infected and a book to research my upcoming novel (and I saw Dr. Ruth, who was apparently really doing a signing there, although I expected B&N to be April Fooling me until I saw the tiny sexpert).
On the way out, the PT frowned and asked, “Why are flies important?”
I started to tell her, but we ran into a friend who chatted with us for a bit, then we kept going. “Do you still want to know why flies are important?” I asked. (I’m pretty sure a passing man choked when he overheard me.)
“Yeah.”
So I explained that even though we don’t really like rats and flies and seagulls, they and other vermin are kinda important for devouring the rotting bodies of animals that would otherwise pile up. She expressed some concern about flies seeing her asleep, assuming she’s dead, and laying eggs on her, but I assured her that it’s pretty unlikely flies can be fooled into thinking sleeping, healthy flesh is dead, rotting flesh.
So now she knows why flies are important. And she will use this knowledge to her advantage, I hope.
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