Last night we were battling the flies thanks to AB leaving the back door open as he BBQ'd salmon. So we had a lovely dinner with the fly swatter being passed between us. Ick.
We were nearly done with dinner and so it came as no surprise that Leif asked to get down. He had a look in his eye... a glimmer of an idea. He ran off and returned with... (any guesses?)
The toilet brush.
He proceeded to swing the toilet brush wildly towards any buzzing fly (or bee as he calls them).
Yeah, that ended pretty quickly. We actually offered him a trade right off... the fly swatter in exchange for the toilet brush.
Where do they get these sparks of "genius"?
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