D and I were in the back yard, and there were several wasps flying around near the garden, probably attracted by the water. I went in the house and got a newspaper and folded it up, to try to kill a few of the wasps.
When D saw me flailing away, he said, "What are you doing, Bubbie?"
"I'm trying to smack the wasps," I told him.
Later, when his mother came home, D said, "Mommy, do you wanna know what Bubbie was doing? She was smacking the waz with a newspaper!"
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