So there we were, standing at a restaurant bakery counter in Flagstaff, waiting to be served…when my daughter saw a teensy spider on the arm of her sweater.
Caolinn: “Oh, my, God! Oh, my, God! Oh, my, God! What do I do!?”
Me: (brushing spider off onto the floor)
Caolinn: (Stepping on it)
Me: “Why did you do that? It wasn’t hurting anyone.”
Caolinn: “It could have climbed on your foot! And how did it get there?”
Me: “Didn’t you see Charlotte’s Web? Remember when the baby spiders went into the wind?”
Caolinn: “I hate that book; it was needlessly depressing. Everything’s finally okay, and then she has to go and die and leave a hundred orphans. It was a work of fiction…they could have let her live happily ever after.”
Me: “Well, at least she didn’t get stepped on in the middle of a bakery.”
Caolinn: “Mommmmm!”
Me: (shrugging) “Just saying.”
Caolinn: “Well, Charlotte should have lived a long life.”
Me: “Like the one you just stepped on.”
Caolinn: “MOMMMMM! You’re making me feel bad!”
Me: “Not as bad as the spider.”
Caolinn: *facepalm*
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 