Old Habits

This weekend G came towards me, offering some treasure in his clenched fist.

"Oh, G, what is it?"

"A spider."

"A spider?!?!  Ahh!  In the toilet!  Put it in the toilet!!" 

I quickly direct/push him into the bathroom and shake open his fist.

His empty fist.

"Ahhh!!!  Where is it?!"

I start patting down his arms, stripping off his shirt, patting down my own arms....

and G laughs.