Monday, November 24, 2008

My Heart Stopped

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.

3 comments:

The Hoppers said...

That is so gross!!!!!! I would have had to take a shower! I stepped on a half dead roach once and I can still feel it wriggling under my foot!!!!!! I had two fake roaches once to scare some people, but I only succeeded in scaring myself on too many occasions. I had to throw them away.:)

Olivia said...

Ewww! I absolutely HATE cockroaches! That must have been awful to feel it in your hand.

Shelia said...

Sorry : ). You said Little Phillip liked them when Max received some...

fyi - I hate bugs too!