Last night, Jacob and I drove home from my parents' house pretty late. He took a late nap, and he usually falls asleep on the way home and it's not a big deal. But, he stayed awake the whole ride home, so when we got home I flipped on the lights and got ready to change his diaper when I spotted it. The LARGEST spider I have ever seen in my whole life. Not kidding. Just sitting in the doorway of our master bedroom. I was terrified. I had visions of trying to kill it and it biting me, and I'm pregnant, and I have Jacob with me. Or, it running loose and biting Jacob.
I told Jacob to get on the couch. The little man bolted and jumped on the couch and would not get off even after I kept asking him if he wanted to see the spider. He said, "no, mommy, don't know where he is." So, I watched the spider. And made my dad drive all the way to my house to kill it for me. I'm a wimp. And yes, this was ridiculous to make my dad drive to my house to kill the spider. Thanks, dad.
And what was my brave son doing during all of this? Sitting on the couch, wearing oven mitts. Yes, oven mitts. He had one on each hand. Whenever I asked him what the oven mitts were for, he just said, "don't know where he is." I don't think I have a brave little boy on my hands, but he is smart!
Then, this morning, when Jacob knew Grandpa had successfully killed the spider, he walks right into my room and said, "me looking for spiders." Thanks, buddy. Glad you waited until the coast was clear. Maybe your little brother will kill these bugs for me.
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