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.