Dylan is quite upset when he wakes up one morning to find a huge mosquito bite on his leg. "Mommy, it won't stop itching! Make it stop!" he whines. "Why did the mosquito bite me?" I tell him that he was hungry and was looking for a bite to eat and his leg seemed like the perfect entree. Then I start joking with him and say, "Why don't we name the mosquito that bit you. Let's call him Murray the mosquito." In my head, I start concocting a crazy tale about Murray on a frantic search for food when Dylan replies, "Mommy, you can't name the mosquito Murray, insects don't have names!" The kid is only four years old and yet he's already onto me. Sheesh!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
MURRAY THE MOSQUITO
Dylan is quite upset when he wakes up one morning to find a huge mosquito bite on his leg. "Mommy, it won't stop itching! Make it stop!" he whines. "Why did the mosquito bite me?" I tell him that he was hungry and was looking for a bite to eat and his leg seemed like the perfect entree. Then I start joking with him and say, "Why don't we name the mosquito that bit you. Let's call him Murray the mosquito." In my head, I start concocting a crazy tale about Murray on a frantic search for food when Dylan replies, "Mommy, you can't name the mosquito Murray, insects don't have names!" The kid is only four years old and yet he's already onto me. Sheesh!
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