Get the little sister to do it.

Overheard between Charlotte and Ruby:

“You just swing your hand like this and it’ll fly away.”

Charlotte stood, hand raised above the moth, frozen in fear.

“Charlie! You just swing your hand like this and it’ll fly off the chair.”

Still, Charlie stared at the bug, unwilling to swing.

“Char-lie! Just swing at it. It won’t hurt you. Those kind of bugs don’t bite or anything. Just swing it away.”

I finally stepped in.

“Ruby, why does Charlie need to sweep the moth off of your chair?”

I knew. I already knew. And yet.

“Ugh, Momma, I don’t want to touch that thing! It’s gross!”