Last night my daughter convinced me that she needed some pre-bedtime play in the basement, the area of our house that holds all of the fun that a toddler can dream up. We were pretending that her little plastic animals could cross a bridge of blocks while eating plastic fish, which took all of my brain power that late in the day, so much so, that I didn't notice the black spider that was crawling under my legs. Sophia sprang to her feet when she saw it and started babbling "tiny, tiny, cute" until I saw it too. Yuck. It was black as night and could crawl sideways and looked like it had tiny pincers. Apparently, this was so adorable to my daughter that she got down on all fours and started talking to the thing.
Luckily, my husband was in the room, and he was equally as startled at the leggy monster on our new carpet. He gently picked it up with a LEGO and a piece of paper and told Sophia it was going outside.
She lost it. I mean, the type of instant sobbing that I only see when something drastic happens. Drastic as in no, you cannot have ice cream at 6:30 AM.
Like every stupid mom of a 2-year-old, I tried explaining things. "Spiders can't live with us, Sweets, they belong outside."
More tears. More "no, no, no, spider back, puleeese, spider back?"
Really, we should try to get out more.
3 comments:
does "going outside" really mean flush-o-rama?
i love her intrigue for the world around her...even the creepy crawly things.
Just wait until she starts finding spiders in the yard and BRINGS them into the house to show you. I used to do that to my mother with worms and potato bugs ...
Katie loves to look at bugs, but she can't get too close to them without screaming, "eew, gross!" Haha, I taught her that.
I love that you call Sophia "Sweets." That is precious. Hey, remember when we heard Mark call Christie "Princess?"
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