Oliver in an exuberant whisper: I need the smacker!
Dad: What??
Oliver in an exuberant whisper: I need the smacker!
Dad: What are you talking about?Oliver pointing at the table and in an exuberant whisper: A fly has landed.
Dad retrieved the bright pink fly swatter (clearly, the smacker) for Oliver and gave it to him.
Dad: Oliver, I'm going upstairs to put Kellan to bed. Here's the smacker. Go get 'em.
Several moments later Oliver appears in Kellan's doorway with the smacker in hand. A fly was crawling on the end of the smacker. Somehow Oliver had disabled the fly's flying ability but it was still alive and walking on the end of the smacker.
Dad: Smack It!
Oliver swatted the fly on the floor but it was still alive so Oliver pushed the top of the fly swatter with his two thumbs.
Dad: Go get a tissue and put it in the trash.
Oliver proceeded to discard the fly and reappeared in Kellan's doorway.
Oliver: Daddy, the fly has gone home to his friends.
1 comment:
Laughed! Out! Loud!
Excellent story! And I will never look at a fly swatter without thinking of it as being A SMACKER again.
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