Fly

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."

:)