We have a fly problem in Tallahassee. It’s totally insane the number of flies that get in our house on a daily basis. David, he hates them. They literally drive the man mad. We have this electric tennis racket that zaps the fly when you hit it and it’s his favorite thing to do next to fishing, I think.
Anyways, Kennedy likes to help point out the flies for him to get so she’s usually watching pretty intently. And listening apparently…
Last night she was on our bed in our room and started kicking her legs and swinging her arms and she says,
“Fuleekin fries. Where’d the fuleekin fry go?”
yeah… those little ears don’t miss a thing.