You Said It Was Ok…

 

“No! How could you?”

“What? It’s just a bat.”

“Why would you kill it though? Bats are wonderful, mysterious creatures”

“No they are not. They are disgusting.”

“That’s your justification?”

“They are also annoying and ugly.”

“Anything else?”

“They are pests. They come into your house unwanted. They make noise.”

“So all those reasons make it ok to kill?”

“Yes. I just can’t stand to be around them. Killing them is just a public service.”

“Oh. Ok. Good to know”

“Hey, what are you doing with that shovel?”

“The way I see it, I’m…..doing a public service.”

“Wait! ……..”

 

 

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Look at these adorable baby bats!!!!

bats

Photo Credit: bordepanda.com

 

 

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This bit of flash fiction is in response to April 12 Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch literary community.

The Prompt: “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a bat. You can use an association to the winged, cave-dwelling critter, or you can explore the word for other meanings. Bonus points for including a bat cave. Go where the prompt leads.”

*Disclaimer: I in no way condone the killing of people. This was just meant to be a light and humorous take on the prompt.

Conversations with a 3 year old – Fire Safety

Fire hydrant 114 CC2.0 Photo by Barb

Fire hydrant 114 CC2.0 Photo by Barb

“Mom, look what I made!” He holds up a play dough creation from a play dough mold.

“Oh, a fire hydrant.”

“Fire hydrant?”

“See, a fireman hooks up his hose here and then points it at the house and puts the fire out with the water.”

“But the house will burn all down.”

“Well hopefully he puts the fire out before that happens.”

“Yeah, but then we will have to clean up our house because it will be all wet and I don’t want to do that.”

“well then, lets not set our house on fire.”

“Yeah, let’s not,” he says shaking his head.

Conversations with a 6 year old – Freaky Science

SCIENCE CC2.0 Photo by Chase Elliott Clark

SCIENCE CC2.0 Photo by Chase Elliott Clark

 

Son#1: “Mommy, I learned in school that your skin has little, tiny holes in it.”

Me: “Mhmm”

Son #1: “Did you know that?”

Me: “Yes I did.”

Son#1: “It kinda freaked me out. Actually, half the science freaks me out!”

Conversations with a 6 year old: “Bullies”

Photo from Google Images

Photo from Google Images

 

Son #1: “Dad, some girls were being mean to me and called me names at school.”

Daddy: “Oh?”

Son#1: “Yeah! They called me sugarbuns! And G called me cupcake! I’m not going to be her friend anymore because she called me cupcake!”

Writer’s Pet Peeve

Want to know something that drives me crazy? I can’t stand when people don’t follow the traditional 5-7-5 of Haiku. When I read one that doesn’t have the correct amount of syllables I have to hold my tongue typing hand and refrain from commenting. I realize that the modern haiku doesn’t have to follow the 17 syllables rule, but I do. I just have to repeat to myself, “Creative license, creative license. It will be ok. Just close the post and walk away.” (and no, I don’t always rhyme to myself…ok… that might be a lie.)

It’s just hard for me to let things go ya know?

 

 

The unknown path to butterflies

When reading my Stats (which I do several times a day…I’m a bit obsessed) I get really excited when I see that someone has come to my blog via web search, only to be disappointed that the search terms are “unknown”.

I did notice, however, that my post I hate butterflies, gets the most hits from web searches.

I am really curious as to what these people are searching for. Did they just search for butterflies expecting research and info on them only to arrive at my blog to read the ravings of some lunatic that can’t stand these creatures that most people love? Did they think, “Wow this woman is crazy!” and move on?

Or was someone legitimately looking for other people who hate butterflies and thought, “Wow, I’m not alone!”. I really wish that search terms weren’t encrypted because I tend to obsess over these things.

I guess I should just be thankful that my blog is getting hits, not matter how they end up here. Thanks to all who read my posts, even if you ended up here by mistake. 🙂

Breasts: Conversations with a 4 Year Old

This morning I was getting ready and my boys were, as usual, right there in the room because what is privacy really? My oldest saw my bra laying on the bed and picked it up.

Spunky Boy: Mom, I found your thing.

Me: Bra

Spunky Boy: Yeah, bra. Can I wear it?

Me: Well, you don’t have the chest for it.

Spunky Boy: Will I when I grow up?

Me: No sweetie. You are a boy. Girls have breasts when they grow up.

Spunky Boy: Does Becca have them? (A friend of ours. I changed her name for privacy.)

Me: Yes she does.

Spunky Boy: But she doesn’t have a baby.

Me: You’re right she doesn’t. Girls don’t have to have babies to have breasts.

Spunky Boy: But there is milk in them and babies drink out of them.

Me: (Trying not too laugh to hard) Well yes you are right babies do drink out of them.

Spunky Boy: Monkey Boy (Little brother) drank from you when he was born. But he’s not born anymore so he doesn’t drink anymore.

Me: Yes Monkey boy isn’t little anymore so he drinks from a cup now.

You gotta love an early morning lesson on the anatomy of the human body and nursing!