They're prayer dice. Each side has a different prayer on it. I thought they were really neat.
Anyway, I'm sitting at the computer today and I hear Franklin yell, "Dead bug, Mama!!" Now, he's been known to yell this about speck of ANYTHING on the floor so I didn't think much of it...until he said it again and I heard the above block banging on the floor.
He ran in, quite proud of himself, and told me "Dead bug!!!" I want to foster his pretend so I said, "Oh really? Show me!!" and ran with him.
It turns out there HAD been a bug. He'd squished it. No, I take that back, he'd obliterated it. I think it was a spider....but it was hard to tell from what was squished across the floor.
Now I hate spiders. I don't want 50 comments from people saying "but spiders are good! They eat bugs! blah blah blah..." I know. I'm well aware that spiders eat bugs and that not all of them are horrible killing machines ready to take me out in my sleep. Logically I KNOW this...but I also have a phobia. So, in the phobia part of my brain I want every spider in the world dead because only then will we all be safe.
Can you guess how I reacted to the spider killing by my son? I hugged him, told him he was awesome, and we did a high-five. He's my hero.
