Wednesday, May 11, 2016

The Fly

E;i 14.9 was in the bathroom, which is right next to my study.

"Hey Dad, can you get me a piece of paper?" he asked through the door.

I looked on my desk. "Would a post-it note work?" I asked.

"I think so," he said. "Bring it in."

I walked into the bathroom and he had one of those little Dixie paper cups pinned against the wall. "I caught a fly and I want to get it out," he said.

I handed him the post-it note and he carefully slid it under the cup, then held the note against the cup with his hand. "Got it," he said. "Would you open the back door?" he asked.

I did, and he walked out and pulled the paper away from the cup. "Go on," he said, and the fly flew away.

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