Tomorrow, I am taking my 5 year old son with me for a visit to Los Angeles to see some of my family. I made the mistake of telling him about it a week ago, and he's been trying to pack his bag every single day since then. "Honey," I'd say, "I'm pretty sure you'll need your toothbrush between now and Friday. Why don't we wait to pack that particular item." But today is the big day for THE PACKING. I'm sure he's in a total fog right now at school imagining all of the things he'd like to take with him on our three day trip.
But his excitement gave way this morning to a strange concern. "Are there
Tsetse Flies in California, Mom? Because I'm not going if there are Tsetse Flies."
"No, I think Tsetse Flies are only in Africa," I said.
"Ok, well, when I get home from school, we'll look it up on the internet, Mom, okay? Because WE HAVE TO BE SURE," he said with big eyes.
"Ok, honey."
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But his excitement gave way this morning to a strange concern. "Are there Tsetse Flies in California, Mom? Because I'm not going if there are Tsetse Flies."
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