Ethans' fly

I told Ethan he needed to take his laundry down to his bedroom. A little distracted, he walked toward me, and did as asked. Then came up almost in tears. With such a pitiful little look on his face, I asked what was wrong. He sadly opened his hand and held out a dead fly. "My fly died!" I explained that he probably clenched his fist while carrying down his laundry and accidentally killed his fly. At this realization, he got even more sad, which broke my heart. Poor little Ethan fly!