Of Big E’s little feet running back in to the bedroom before I heard the little chant under her breath that didn’t come out louder because she was running so hard she was out of breath, “mommy, big spider, mommy big spider”
Evie’s no fraidy cat, so I know it must be a REALLY big, hairy spider. It may even have 12 legs.
She won’t go to the potty now or get out of bed to help mommy by getting my phone so I can text Daddy to come & kill it. Mommy is NOT going to put her feet on the floor till morning.
I’m a bigger chicken than a 3 year old.
It doesn’t do a lot for my self confidence in this moment.