Just call me Fly Ninja

Fruit flies have invaded our house.

Pesky, gross fruit flies are e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e.

I'm not sure where they came from
but I sure am ready for them to pack up their stuff and leave. 

Thanks to google I've been setting up fly traps all over the house. 

Because if I can't kill them I can catch them.
Although I'm pretty much a master Fly killing Ninja by now. 

Let's just say I've had lots of practice. 

The other day Wesley ran into the room with the top of one of my fly traps in his mouth (thus letting out all the flies that I had just trapped). 

I may have over reacted a bit when I told him that the piece of paper he was pretending to use as a horn was really the top of my fly trap.

 And that all the flies from the trap had flown into his mouth. 

I don't think he will be touching the fly traps again 

(don't worry we told him that there were no flies in his mouth...eventually).

But he wasn't convinced they were really out of his mouth until Aaron pretended to get them out with a Q-tip.

Does it make us bad parents if we both thought this was really funny?