I killed a fly today, which proved to be a very big mistake.
Naomi: [weeping] I’m sad that that fly came to the end of its life! It was so beautiful! I didn’t want it to die. I hope no more bugs die! Why did it die?
Me: Well, because I hit it with my hand.
N: I didn’t WANT you to hit it with your hand! That made it the end of its life!
Me: I’m sorry that you’re sad about that, Naomi.
Lather, rinse, repeat. I will not kill bugs with her around again any time soon.
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