Yesterday evening, the boys are playing in the backyard, enjoying the weather.
Rhett comes in and asks me to help him get his football out from behind the bush because he just can't reach it.
So out I go.
I am looking for this football and after a few minutes, see it so I pull the bushes back with a stick and say to Rhett, "Ok, I'm holding the bushes back so why don't you get in there and get your ball?"
Rhett hesitates.
I tell him, "It's okay. There is nothing behind the bushes. Go fast!"
Rhett says, "I'm just hoping that spider up there doesn't drop down on me when I go by."
I look up.
Right above me is this huge spider (dime-sized is huge in my book) hanging out on his web.
Of course I scream and jump a mile away from the bushes.
When questioned about whether or not Rhett knew the spider was there the whole time, the answer was definitely on the yes side. When told to get his own dumb ball, the answer was "but I'm afraid of spiders."
We were at a standstill. Both of us, afraid of things of the 8-legged variety, were not going in the bushes.
Noah sighs, gets on the fence, inches his way to the football, grabs it and gets out of there calmly.
His face was priceless.
2 comments:
Ha! Good for Noah. And I am amused by Rhett's sneakiness.
Thank goodness for younger siblings! I always had to take care of bugs and spiders for Kelly when we were growing up. :)
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