Red's Pet

The trip back to Toronto with the boys was rather amusing today.  This is the conversation I had with Red:

R: "We need to go on an airplane to see Sonwon"
Me: "That's right hunny"
R: "When are we going?  He misses me.."
Me:  "In June...after blackfly season"

pause

R: "I have a blackfly."
Me: "You do?"
R: "Yes.  He's my pet."
Me: "Really?  What's his name?"
R: "Charlie.  And he's blue."

choke back giggle

Me: "You have a blue blackfly named Charlie?"
R: "Yup"
Me: "Where does he sleep?"
R: "In bed!"

I should have known...

Me: "In an itty bitty blackfly bed?"
R: "NO...he's a big boy!"
Me: "Oh..."
R: "He sleeps in my bed."
Me: "My goodness, you have to be careful you don't squish him!"
R: "Mom....he sleeps ooooover me"

I'm so uneducated...

R: "He's 36"

blink

Me: "36...my, he really is a big boy"
R: "yup"

Me: "Does he bite?"
R: "No...he doesn't eat people.  Only Saminator.  He chases Saminator.  Then he eats him."

Well that explains a lot....

Me: "So you have a 36 year old, blue blackfly named Charlie that eats Saminator?"

R: "AIRPLANE!!!"

Red's equivalent to something shiny...and the end of the story of Charlie.

He'll be back though.