3 year old: "Momma! There a bug in the downstairs!"
Me: "Cool. Who wants to kill it?"
7 year old boy: "Not me. It's totally creepy. It's like a mosquito crossed with a spider."
9 year old girl: "More like a spider crossed with a scorpion."
3 year old: "Momma! There a bug in the downstairs!"
Me: "Yes, well, I'm busy. I bet one of you could kill it."
7 year old boy: "Hey, A, spray it with the dusting stuff."
9 year old A: "Okay. Look, it just fell off the baseboard into a ball on the floor. Now you can pick it up."
7 year old boy: "No way! It's creepy."
9 year old A: "Ya. Well, I killed it. And anyway, I'm not all that lovey-dovey about picking up dead bugs."
3 year old boy: "MOMMA! I said there a really big 'pider down in the basement and it weally, weally fweaky! It's a big, giant 'pider like this." (insert adorable 3 year old hand motions)
Mental note to self: the chances of any of my children going to Africa to be missionaries is really, really slim.
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I have been on spider patrol here. They like to munch on Katie in particular and sometimes mein the dark, creepy hours of the night. How wonderful. Oh well, they beat earwigs, centipedes and my least favourite, cockroaches. L.
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