So, I'm on the phone this morning with my friend, Mandy, walking in and out of rooms while cleaning. Helen is happily playing in her exersaucer while Little Philip finger paints on his easel next to her. I see a large brown cockroach upside down next to the exersaucer and assume it is one of Little Philip's very realistic plastic bugs so I naturally pick it up, intending to put it with the others. That sucker wriggled in my hand for about a nanosecond and then headed straight for the exersaucer. I had to do what I hate to do. I had to stomp him. Poor Helen looked up in sheer terror as I screamed and jumped around the room as if the floor was electrified. Little Philip just looked up at me and said "did that bug bite you?"
Just sharing one of those tender parenting moments on this cold rainy day. Shelia, if you read this, thanks again for the box o' bugs.