Scott is afraid of spiders. In fact, creepy crawly bugs in general are pretty much my domain. If they are found in the house, I am called into action to catch them and toss them out the front door… or flush them down the toilet, depending on how menacing they appear to him.
I don’t really mind, but I do hold out hope that he will overcome his fear one day and give me a break from spider duty.
Tonight as I was heading up to bed, I noticed from my vantage point on the stairs that Scott was picking up a dark spot on our carpet with a piece of tissue.
“Is that a bug?” I asked, excited. “I’m so proud of you for being brave.”
“It was a ladybug,” he responded matter-of-factly as he deposited the tissue in the trash.