My littest one (3) came running to her Daddy that there was a Spider and it was "Freakin her ooouuut!!"
So cute in her little voice. Up until very recently she was PETRIFIED of ants and she spot one and come running with the "Freakin me out!" thing. Then I taught her to squish them (before you jump on me, they were inside the house not in their natural habitat! Fair game!) and now she isn't afraid of them anymore, it only took her about a year to realize that she was much bigger than a ant and that little bitty black ants won't hurt you. Now she tries to hold them, and ends up squishing them more often than not.
She calls Horsies, Horkeys. I love that.
For eons her older sister called Towels, Tobels. Loved that too!
So cute in her little voice. Up until very recently she was PETRIFIED of ants and she spot one and come running with the "Freakin me out!" thing. Then I taught her to squish them (before you jump on me, they were inside the house not in their natural habitat! Fair game!) and now she isn't afraid of them anymore, it only took her about a year to realize that she was much bigger than a ant and that little bitty black ants won't hurt you. Now she tries to hold them, and ends up squishing them more often than not.
She calls Horsies, Horkeys. I love that.
For eons her older sister called Towels, Tobels. Loved that too!