Life With A Toddler

Sunday evening
Izzy is playing by the storm door. Momma walks by

Izzy: Bug
Momma: Where?

Izzy points to a fly on the glass door

Momma: Momma right back

Momma comes back with a flyer, rolled up

SWAT

Momma and Izzy looks at each other
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Izzy: No more bug