I'm watching TV the other night when Olivia screams bloody murder from her bedroom and comes running out. 'There's a spider on my bed! Come and kill it!' We went back into the bedroom and found the critter walking along her blanket and I suggested she check him out closer, since she likes bugs. Then I pointed out he had a leg missing. Olivia looked at this 7 legged monster that she was deathly afraid of and begging me to squish not a minute before and exclaimed 'Aww, the poor thing!'
That's my girl!
That's my girl!