Conversation wit Hannah

Today Hannah went over the kitchen table, grabbed a cup full of milk that was left over from lunch, and took a drink. Here's the conversation that resulted:

Hannah (with horror in her voice): There's a bug in my milk!

Dad (calmly): Let me see.

Dad looks.

Dad: Hannah, that's not a bug. It's a crumb.

Dad looks closer.

Dad: You're right. It is a bug!

It was a fruit fly, doing the backstroke. And now it's dead.