|A horde of mosquitoes at rest await the next |
unsuspecting shopper to strike.
He paused on the trail for a minute to absorb this information before teaching us a lesson as he continued to walk down the trail.
"Bugs don't eat me," he said. "I'm too big. I don't fit in bugs' mouth."
We laughed and let him know he was right in part, but let him know the dangers of the little bloodsuckers. Usually a careful child, he seemed entirely nonplussed. Soon after this experience, he began pirating hangers from his closet. He calls the hangers mosquitoes (pronounced MOSS-kee-toes, heavy emphasis on moss) and chases us around with them. The behavior soon spread to our younger daughter as well. Persistent as they are, they remind me quite a bit of the real thing, but a lot cuter. Also, the actual pests don't announce themselves: "I'm a MOSS-kee-toe. I'm gonna eatcha!"
But wouldn't the world be a better place if they did.