We had some flies in the house tonight, shoo-flies as Evelyn calls them. I taught her to say "shoo, fly!" when they come around, so now she calls them shoo-flies. Dan had a fly swatter out for a bit taking them down, and about 20 minutes later Evelyn started asking where the spoon fisher was. We could not figure out what she was asking for, until she kept pointing at the pantry (where we keep the fly swatter - hanging on a hook). Dan was the genius who figured out that a spoon fisher is a fly swatter.