
Lincoln's newest thing is he licks things. No idea why. He will pick up a toy (book, pen, stuffed animal...you get the idea) and lick it. And not just a little lick. I mean a full on top to bottom lick. It is weird. I'm hoping if I ignore it he will stop.
Well, today I go to get him out of bed from nap, and he holds his hands out to me, so I kiss his palm. Which is slimy. Not just a little damp, I mean one step below dripping wet. SLIMY. I think he must have entertained himself by licking his hands while he waited for me to come get him. YUCK.
I was thinking how much easier my day would be if house flies were trainable. See, Moira hates bugs. Loathes them. Runs away freaking out if she sees one. So, as I was telling her for the 15th time to "GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN!!!" and "STOP PLAYING IN THE WATER!!!" I thought how wonderful it would be if I could just say to our pet fly:
"Marty, go fly around in the kitchen"....and then Moira would stay out of there. Brilliant, right?
I'm assuming at this point you are thinking "Why is her pet fly named Marty?"
Well, 2 reasons---
1) His full name is Marty McFly, like Michael J. Fox's character in the Back To The Future movies. Great name for a pet fly, isn't it?
and 2) He just looks like a Marty...this hypothetical pet fly I'm thinking of.
Although I did just realize that flies have a lifespan of what, 2 days? I guess if you add in the time involved in teaching a new fly to understand English then training him to follow commands...then having to do a funeral every 2 days, I guess it's not practical. Darn. I was looking forward to Marty, and maybe his wife Bea (Bee, get it? Come on, that was funny! Thank you! I'll be here all week...don't forget to tip your waitress)
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