Dad: Hey, Mom look at us. We're trying to swat flies.
Ryan: Yeah, look at us. Oh, look! Fly! Fly!
Dad: Where is it? I can't see it.
Mom: He has quite a keen eye.
Dad: I think that he can see the fly better because he is lower to the ground and can see it buzzing around above his head. [so I kneel to get down to his level]
Ryan: Yeah, let me get down to see better too. [as he proceeds to kneel down next to me]
This may not seem funny, but seeing him kneeling just like me with an impish grin on his face had both Dorothy and me keeling over in laughter.
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