The Bug on the Ceiling

The other night, Danni was in her usual habit of calling me back into her room after I have tucked her into bed. When I heard her little voice calling me for the third time, I was a little annoyed. I marched into her room, ready to lecture her on the bedtime proceedure yet again, when she said, "Mommy, there's a bug on the ceiling". I looked above her bed and sure enough there was a tiny moth on the ceiling. I had no desire to climb up there, so in an attempt to save time I told her, "It is just a piece of dirt". She looked at me completely nonplussed for a good 5 seconds, then stated, "The dirt is walking." I was laughing so hard, as I gave in and climbed up after the moth. I guess she wasn't fooled!!