Bad Words

After we got home from a weekend trip, we found a gazillion flies in the house. Well, that might be a slight exaggeration, but there were a lot. I'm still not sure where they came from. Before we left, I did any dishes that had accumulated and threw out some fruit I knew wouldn't make it through the weekend. Aaron took the trash outside.

We killed a bunch last night and I have taken out several more today. As the kids and I were eating dinner, I noticed a couple more in the kitchen and got 'em. There were still a couple that were driving me nuts, so Aaron and Hannah decided they would spend the rest of the evening trying to kill the rest of the flies.

Hannah came down the stairs all prepared to exterminate the flies. I told them they couldn't use bug spray (even though it is kitchen safe...whatever that means) so she found a canister of OFF. Nope. Sorry. You can't randomly spray that through the house either. She also had her old Crock on a leash to use to whap them with, an empty vanilla bottle that had been washed out a long time ago (she claims it still smells good and will attract the flies), her garden gloves and her bug catcher.



Then we had the following conversation:

Hannah: I also have my bug catcher in case the flies are the "s" word and we can catch them.

Me: What's the "s" word?

Hannah: The same as the "d" word.

Me: (Can't figure out how the two words are related and apply to the flies or how she knows them.) Can you spell it?

Hannah: Do you promise I won't get in trouble if I spell it.

Me: Yes.

Hannah: s...t..u...p...i...d