bye-bye you spider
we’ll see ya round the s-bend
next time, who scares who?
I got a tongue lashing from the wee one today. I smushed a big ol’ scary striped spider and the wee one looked up at me horrified as I flushed him (the spider, not the wee one) down the toilet.
"DON’T MOMMY!! DON’T SMUSH HIM OR FLUSH HIM!"
"Oh. Sorry, wee one, he’s already smushed and flushed."
"But will he still get to see his spider mommy and spider daddy? Did you smush his eyes, too!?"
This, my friends, is where I actually choked up and said something like, "I’m sure his mommy and daddy are waiting for him in the potty."
Damn. No more squishing spiders for me.