Franklin found a fly that can't fly...this leads to things like this:
"He just walking, Mommy. Look."
"The fly's walking on me! Look look! He's walking on me"
Franklin just put on a pair of fleece pj pants and is now walking around saying "Whew. It's hot in here. Whew."
I might have made a mistake when I asked Franklin yesterday if the fly was his friend...
Why? Because it's sort of creepy to hear your toddler say, "I gotta kill my friend."
In other fly news: "He fly up the sky and he come back down and he can die."