I'm swatting a rolled up magazine around like a mad cavewoman in a desperate attempt to kill not one, but TWO flies in my house that WILL not die.
Dylan: Mommy, your not so good at that.
Mommy: Well, I'm trying, Hunny.
Dylan: Daddy can kill flies really fast. He just goes like this *slaps hand on the table* and kills it.
Mommy: That what I'm trying to do, Dylan.
Dylan: Well, you not very good at it though.
*Silence from both of us while I chase this stupid fly around
like a mad person *
Dylan: Don't feel bad Mommy. Your just a Mommy. Your not a Daddy. That's why you can't get the flies. I think only Daddy's are good at catching flies.
Mommy: Oh, you think that's it?
Dylan: Yeh, sometimes things are just like that, Mommy.
*Sigh. Flies are STILL alive (an hour later). It might have to wait for Daddy, sometimes things are just like that.