That’s Some Pig!



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*