I'm very busy with my college work, and raising children and such.
I have fruit flies in my apartment.
Mainly because I can be lazy with my dishes, and occassionally the garbage.
Well, let's be honest. Those chores suck.
I mash these little flies as often as I see them, and because this catches my daughter's attention she often asks me what I'm doing.
"What you doing Mommy?"
(Me) "There was a fruit fly."
"A fruit fly! You should crush it."
So now, whenever she sees a fruit fly, she tells me to crush it.
This is what she told me the other day, while I was holding Splat, my youngest daughter.
*Fruit fly crosses her line of sight.*
"Mommy! There's a fruit fly Mommy!"
(Me) "A fruit fly?"
"Yeah, you should crush it. You should crush it with Splat's head."
Crush it with Splat's head.
It was difficult not to laugh as I explained that you don't crush things with other people's heads. Especially not her baby sister's.
It would hurt.
Makes for a great mental picture though.