My wife always enjoys a good massage. Naturally, she was elated when she managed to teach Nathaniel the delicate skill of pounding a massager on her back. So she gladly paraded her little masseur when we visited an aunt’s place over CNY. Little did she know that while she was lying on her front, our boy swapped the massager for a fly swat!
Swat swat swat the fly! It was hilarious.