My children are afraid of bugs. Sometimes. Well, usually only when they are being over dramatic. Like on Sunday. Dizzle got banished to her room for her less than stellar behavior. Once she got up there, she started screaming, "THERE'S A SPIDER IN MY ROOM. THERE'S A SPIDER IN MY ROOM."
Me, being the hard a** that I am, yelled back. "Stop screaming and get in your room!" But, the yells didn't end. They intensified. "THERE'S A SPIDER IN MY ROOM. IT'S FOLLOWING ME! (tears, tears, and more tears) IT'S FOLLOWING ME!"
By this point, I was laughing. I was picturing a GIANT spider running after her. Seriously, I'm not quite sure how I have such a wimp for a child. I am so not like that. Anyway, I told her to get back in her room and headed upstairs. She, being the defiant child that she is, continued to scream.
When I got to her room I asked where the spider was. "RIGHT THERE!"
Huh? I couldn't see anything. "Where Dizzle?"
Oh, wait, I see something. As I bent over to investigate, I spotted her spider friend. Which was not a spider at all, but a few strands of knotted hair that must have fallen off her brush and landed behind her bedroom door.
I left the room, slamming the door behind me. Laughing all the way downstairs ...