[outside, in front of the house, my little man, who is deathly afraid of bugs, spies a spider]
Littlest Lord: MOMMY! Mommy! A 'pider!
Me: A spider? [looking around]
Littlest Lord: A 'PIDER! Wight dere!
Me: Oh! I'll get 'im. [I grab my broom with the intention of sweeping it away, but accidently broke it up with the hard bristles]
Littlest Lord: 'Pider gone?
Me: Er....yeah, he's gone.
Littlest Lord: You killed it?
Me: Yeah.
Littlest Lord: 'Pider dead?
Me: He's dead.
Littlest Lord: [elated - I'm a hero!] Find more 'piders.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
[in the rocking chair, having a time-in with Mr Man]
Me: So what are the rules? No hitting, no spitting, no screaming.
Littlest Lord: YES hitting. YES 'pitting. YES 'creaming.
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HAHAHAHAH Amazing.
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