Kids love flashlights. ...For some reason the Chitlin calls it a buttlight... At least that's what it sounds like to me... but I don't always understand what she's saying and my mind tends to go the perverted road... So I may be wrong. Either way, she is fascinated by it. One day I turned it on and pointed it towards the ceiling. She laughed and clapped trying to catch the light.
The Mr. - Stop that.
Me - Why? She loves it... She thinks its funny. Why are you such a grump when other people are enjoying themselves?
The Mr. - Because. ...She's not a cat.
I paused to watch her dart about the room and chase the light as I moved it around from one side to the other.