devan's chillin' on the couch while i clean the kitchen (which no one would ever suspect i do, since it's never EVER clean), and i hear her giggle, then say,
"stop that, tiff. you're tickling me".
no one's around.
"you can't just tickle me!"
"who you talking to, dev?"
"you're naming the flies?"
"yup. this one's tiff and that one's kirby."
i just hope the swatted, piled up flies in my garbage can don't have names too.