My tiny talking toddler and me

Yes, my tiny talking toddler and me sat on the floor playing with cars.

He glanced at me and said, "Mommy, look a flower!"
I looked and saw no flower.

He stated again, "Flower, Mommy!"
I saw no flower.

"I don't see it." I said.  "Where do you see this flower? Why don't you point to it"

He looked and looked and then pointed to it. 

It was no flower.

It was a spider. 

I screamed.  He looked at me in horror as if he did something wrong.  I yelled, "Don't touch it!"

Then I grabbed a shoe smooshed it.  And screamed everytime the shoe hit the body of the bug I despise the most.

The Butterbean glanced and me and sadly said, "spider."

I said, "Yes, that was a spider" 

He then said, "Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww"

I said, "Yes, spiders are ew."


I am obviously ruining my child for teaching him my disgust for all things spider and instilling my horror of spiders in him.  That's okay.  Maybe when he gets to be a 10 year old, he can kill them for me.