A big fat fly flew into the kitchen and landed on the lights embedded in the ceiling.
"Don't!" said Faelan. "Don't walk on ceiling, bug!"
"Where should it walk?" we laughed.
"Walk on Daddy. Bug walk on Faelan."
"Oh."
Later, a tiny spider rappelled down my hair to the book I was reading with Faelan, and I blew it on to the window sill and pointed it out to Faelan. "Nice to meet you, spider," he said politely. Then he tried to kiss it.
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