A fly on the wall...and, then on the window and then...
Sometimes I feel bad when Steve comes home from work and is greeted with a chorus of demands from the kids. Alright, I don't feel that bad...
Today, the moment Steve's foot entered the house, he heard, "Dad! I think we are in peril!" shrills Noah from the kitchen.
"Hi Noah. How was your day?" asked Steve.
"Dad! There's a fly in the house!" screamed Noah.
"Noah, it's just a fly. It can't hurt you," replied Steve.
"No! It bites! I think we may need an exterminator," Noah shrieked as he ducked his head.
Hmm....maybe I need to enroll BOTH Noah and Natalie in drama school.