Well trained.

The kids and I were home alone a few nights ago. Chas was running a quick errand.

Suddenly, Angie gasped, "Oh no. that thing you don't like!"

What?

"A spider!" she cried anxiously.

Are you sure it is alive?

"Yes!" More anxiety. "Its leg is moving."

I saw the wiggling leg. My mind raced for a solution.

With more determination, she said, "Don't worry Mommy. I'll get it for you."

Then my seven-year-old ran to the kitchen, got a stool, climbed on said stool, retrieved a paper towel, returned to the living room, squished above mentioned spider in the paper towel, and threw it away.

I'm really proud of her.

She's my hero.