|Little Lamb likes to keep her shoes here, |
rather than in the shoe cubby rack (just two feet away).
Scene: Mom & Little Lamb in the kitchen, cooking breakfast together.
Mom: Oooh. There’s a fly…(running to get the zapper).
Mom: Correction, There WAS a fly in the house.
LL: Did you kill it?!
Mom: Because I didn’t want it to lay its eggs in my house, or to land on my food and spit up all over it, or…
LL: Why not just let it free!? It could have had little babies; God made it like that. Imagine if you were living in its belly… You could have just killed a million lives. It should be flying outside like it’s supposed to be.
Mom: (after a moment of silence) You’re my little St. Francis.
LL: Well, I would never touch it.
Mom: Do you mean physically & literally “touch” it, or to hurt it “touch it”.
LL: Both. (pause) Well, unless it ate my favorite kind of cake.
Mom: LOL (loudly)
LL: (thoughtfully pausing). Just kidding.