We Don't Fly In The House

Words to live by, Fans. Words to live by. We have been dispensing with flies right and left--fruit flies, stowaways in a bag of late season apples. By the time we figured it out, 50 of them had probably had 50 babies. Last night, as Julie and Joe were hanging up Joe's towel after his bath, one buzzed into the bathroom. Julie quickly shuffled Joe into the bathroom, closed the door, and set to stalking the pest with a Kleenex box. On the inside, she was wondering what Joe's little developing, wondering mind was making of this scene. He didn't leave her wondering long. After Julie had whacked the fly when it landed on the mirror, she said, "A ha!" Joe giggled and said, "We don't fly in the house. We got to walk." Indeed., Fans, indeed.