The brief conversation that interrupted dinner last night:
Eva: "Daddy, look, a fly!"
Me: "I see. That's actually a moth." (A moth was flying around the ceiling. Must have come inside when I did.)
Eva: "No, it's a fly!"
Me: "I know it looks like a fly, but it's bigger. . . and brown. It's a moth."
Eva: "Um..." (The moth fluttered again.) "Look, the fly!"
Me: "I know, but..." *Sigh* "Well, it flies, anyway."