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.