Is arachnophobia a genetic thing?
P’s decided daddy-long legs spiders are okay. He asked me to keep him company in the bathroom because of a spider in the corner. When we got there, I explained they’re like Grampy Spiders who are just fishing for bugs.
He looked me right in the eye. “Does it have a fishing rod?”
I told him the web was like a bunch of fishing poles all out waiting for bugs to show up. He nodded in agreement as he put further thought to the brilliance of this approach, and continued back into the dining room to play. At the time, I wondered if he’d use the bathroom by himself next time now that he knows old Grampy’s not the swiftest.
About half an hour later, he got up and went back to the bathroom, peed, flushed, and came back into the room. Not a word spoken.
I hope this sort of thing sticks…
