Grant called me to his room during his quiet time this afternoon...
Grant: There was a tiny fly in my room. He touched my lips...gave me a kiss. I want you to take care of him.
Me: What do you want me to do to take care of him?
Grant: Take some tissue and make a submarine. Then put him in the potty and flush it and he will search for SEA CREATURES!!
We've come a long way from him being terrified of flies...although I prefer if they don't give him kisses on the lips. Yech.