Busted!

Overall, I am enjoying France.  But OH MY GOD THE FLIES.  At this point, the flyswatter looks like a motorcycle windscreen; it is covered with fly guts and it's truly disgusting.  So when I saw Quarta running around with it this morning, I told her to give it to Daddy pronto.  The next thing I heard was running water in the sink and the sounds of vigorous scrubbing, obviously with a stiff-bristled brush.

Me:  "Honey, what are you doing?"

Husband:  "Cleaning the flyswatter!  Aren't you proud of me?"

Me:  "Uh, what are you using to do that?"

Husband:  "My hands!"

Me, after thinking about it for a moment:  "Secondo, what is Daddy using to clean the flyswatter?"

Secondo:  "The dishbrush!"

Aaaaand I'm on my way to the supermarket to replace that RIGHT NOW.  I asked Husband if he really thought I was that stupid, but he pretended he couldn't hear me.