The Fly

Stella was entertained yesterday for a good amount of time by a fly that was buzzing around her. It started out on her chest, moved to her shoulder, to her arm, and on her head . . . all places she could feel or barely see it out of the corner of her eye. It was so funny to see her slow movements in an effort to catch the fly. She just started laughing when she finally realized that I was watching her. I guess I should probably give her a bath.