At the tail end of a successful six-week battle against a flea infestation of the house, courtesy of a couple hundred pounds of dog, Fisher asks at bedtime…
F: Why the fleas like to bite me, but they don’t like to bite you and Cory, Daddy?
D: Well, Cory and Daddy don’t have to worry about fleas or mosquitos whenever you or Papa is around because they like the taste of you guys better than us.
F: Daddy, maybe those fleas like Papa and me better because Cory and you taste just a little bit sour.
D (smiling): That could absolutely be why, Fisher. I don’t know how I taste to a flea, but I might just taste just a little bit sour.
The next morning, as Daddy lathers some cortisone cream on what used to be bites on Fisher’s right side…
F: Daddy, why aren’t you putting a ring of cortisone here (gesturing toward his wrists) and here (toward his ankles)?
D: Well, because no fleas are going to get you during the daytime, silly goose. They can’t keep up with you as you move around.
F: They only try to get me while I’m sleeping?
D: That’s right. Because then you are lying still. So, I put that cortisone there to taste yucky to a flea and keep them off o you.
F: Do they jump on my body while I am sleeping?
D: Yes, they did, but when we put the cream where your pajamas start, you don’t taste so good anymore, so they leave you alone even when you are lying down. And, I think all of the fleas might be dead by now anyway.
F: So, I am like a structure!
D: A structure?
F: I am like a structure. For the fleas. When I am sleeping.
D: A structure?
F: They just jump and play on me like my body is a structure for them.
D: Oh, a play structure. Yes, I guess you have been.
F (animated flourish with his hand down his right side): And, I have a slide right here that those fleas just like to slide down all night, Daddy!
Great, positive attitude, cute even, now that this battle is won…but, um, still gross.