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I'm a mummy to two little girls, Little P (May 2012) and Little N (June 2014), living in the Vale of Glamorgan. We also share a home with with my partner, who in a traditional manner shall henceforth be known as 'Daddy'. This is a lifestyle blog/diary of my parenting experiences. Follow me @whatmummydid_

Tuesday 11 August 2015

Toddler 'Censorship'...

Click for OptionsI've a feeling this post isn't going to be as exciting as people may expect... It has nothing to do with Daddy in any way. Feel free to leave if this was not the post you were looking for ;)

A few posts ago I mentioned my crippling fear of spiders. I also made it clear that I really didn't want to pass such a silly thing on to my girls. In a different post I also mentioned Little P's fascination with death. Today's post is a bit of a mixture.

On a sunny day last week, Little P and I were pottering in the kitchen with the back door open when she alerted me to the situation.

 "Mummy, look! There's a buzzy bee stuck on the door" translation - a fly has landed in a spider web on the back door. (note to self: clean door (get Daddy to ask Grampy to clean door)).

Before I had time to think, a spider came out of nowhere (you know they do!!) and started making his way towards the fly, thrice his size. I honestly froze.

There have been only a few times in my life as a parent where I've been in a situation and instinct wasn't pulling me one way or another. Come on! Where the hell were you? Upon reflection, I don't know if I was more worried for me or for Little P (not bothered about the fly, doubt anyone would miss it).

"What's he doing, Mummy?"

I told a lie to buy myself some time "looks like he's popping over to say hello".

Should I explain what was about to happen before our very eyes? (for some crazy reason I could not avert my own eyes). After all, it's nature and actually probably a really interesting thing for a three year old to learn. Or should I usher her out of the room lest her innocence be compromised forever? Save her any trauma? (It was too late for me, I already knew...)

As it happened, Fate noticed Instinct was dragging his feet and stepped in to help. The fly tore himself free from his silvery cage, much to the dismay of his captor. Phew! Until next time.

So what do I do next time?? I need to be prepared on the highly likely off-chance I haven't cleaned my door...

PS I'm now accepting commissions for creepy drawings of eyes made on my iPhone. Would make a great Christmas present.







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