I cringe with spiders. I've had horrible experiences with spiders. I don't like that they have eight legs and can move at rapid speeds. So as I was working in the flower beds yesterday, I heard Vanessa announce happily that she found a spider in her water bucket. I glanced from a distance and saw that it wasn't a harmful spider, so I then stood back to watch how she would handle it.
She bravely stuck her hand down in the bucket and let the little guy climb onto her. She held him proudly and kept announcing that she had a new spider friend. I wanted to swat it off her and kill it, but I sucked it up (not it!) -- I figured if she could stand there and play with him, then I could pretend I was just as brave. Quickly my only hope became that she wouldn't ask me to participate just to discover the big chicken I really am.
Vanessa's daddy likes spiders. He'll play with them and hold them. But not me!
And so the whole exploration began with Vanessa coming up with the idea to clean and paint her Daddy's truck using water and a paint brush. Daddy wasn't even there to encourage it. She must be a daddy's girl . . . (and just how did it become daddy's truck . . .?) :)
