Snapshot from my day

I'm busy--comparing airline prices (as all good procrasinators do) to fly to New York next week while I fix lunch.

There is a spider in our house. I can tell from Kaela's screams. Then Ben's war cry. Then silence.

In a few minutes, all is well. The spider (on his back, legs to the sky) is enjoying the first few minutes of the afterlife as a toy in Kaela's doll house. She brings the dollhouse into the kitchen to show me. "Here's Spidey in the bedroom, now he's going to the kitchen to get a drink...." and she's moving his little carcass around like he's a real, smiling, doll.

Ben enters the kitchen. "You my friend, Mommy. I kill that spider for you. Keep you safe."

My hero. I'm so thankful. I think. :)