"Elizabeth, please don't poke your finger in that hole."
"Why can't I poke my finger in it, Dad?"
(She's calling us MOM and DAD now)
"Because it'll get bigger and then things will fly through it."
"What things, Dad?"
"Oh, you know. Baby mosquitoes, moths, no-see-ums, pterodactyls. . . "
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Yes, But the baby mosquitoes and the pterodactyls are friends and if one flies through the hole, you can damn well bet the other will too.
Pesky bastards.
Posted by: Heather | April 23, 2008 07:16 AM