Everyone has a talent.
Well, maybe not everyone. I'm still searching for mine.
Let's start again.
Almost everyone has a talent. My daughter has many; I could list them all but then everyone would accuse me of bragging (even though as her father, that's kind of my job).
She also has a talent most people aren't aware of: she's a great fly catcher.
Before you think we live in a garbage can, let me assure you she does not get much practice. Occasionally, a fly will make its way into the house. Upon spotting it, my daughter will track it throughout the rooms until it is within her reach and then -- SNATCH! -- grab it from the air.
I have no doubt if someone gave her a pair of chopsticks, she could catch a fly like Daniel-san. Why? She once caught a fly with a jewelry box. She opened the box that once housed earrings, waited until the fly came close, and then shut that sucker inside the box. We didn't believe she really caught it until she opened the box and the fly buzzed away.
She's going to make one hell of an exterminator one day.
On Saturday, a horsefly flew inside our home. "Daddy! Daddy! There's a wasp in the bathroom!"
"That's not a wasp. That's a horsefly."
"What's a horsefly?"
"It's like a Super Fly."
"Oh… Let's get it!" she yelled. I could see the bloodthirstiness in her eyes. She ran, found a newspaper, handed it to me, and yelled, "Nick it! Nick it!" I took a few swings, but the fly eluded me. Finally, I threw the newspaper on the floor and within seconds, caught the fly in my hand. I threw it into the toilet. Zoey flushed the toilet and said, "Nice job, Dad!" and gave me a high-five.
You really can't put a price on bonding moments.
Bust This, Mr. Miyagi
