Last night there was a fly in our house. Havana is her mother's daughter and does not like bugs. She immediately gets nervous and says, "there is a bee in here." I told her that it was a fly- not a bee. Jonah then calls it a dragon fly making Havana all the more squeamish! I kept saying, "it isn't a dragon fly- it is a regular fly."
Today, Jonah kept asking me where the regular dragon was. I had no idea what he was taking about until he kept asking if he was inside or outside. I realized he was talking about the regular fly, but kept saying regular dragon.
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