My son, Caleb, is having a sleepover tonight with a bunch of his buddies... he's celebrating his twelfth birthday! We're all sitting down at dinner eating hot dogs (from the grill, his request - and he didn't even bother to ask me to make them Coney Style. As if!!)
Of course, being a cookout and all, a few uninvited guests in the form of flies show up. Caleb has to tell his buddies the story of how his Aunt Shannon can catch flies "like this!" *Swipes his hand wildly through the air, grasping desperately, and clenches his fist* Then he slowly pulls his fist in front of him, turns it over, opens his hand and taps his palm with his other pointer finger, Molasses Swamp style... "They don't usually fly away."