Little Man is in the living room making things with his magnetic toy set while I enjoy a hot, delicious cup of coffee (with my mug properly pre-warmed, of course) and plan my day.
He says, “Look, Daddy, I made you a six legged spider!”
Sweet Jesus do I hate spiders so I try to distract myself by reminding him that it can’t be a spider because spiders have eight legs.
“Well,” he says, “this spider has six legs and he will eat you up whenever you take a bit of meatloaf!”
Seriously, who the hell is slipping my kid drugs?