Lance was changing Kaylee in her room. They noticed a large (and quite frankly) disgusting spider in the corner over her changing table. Lance pointed out the spider and Kaylee was looking at it. Then it started to move and Kaylee started screaming and crying. I don't blame her. I would scream and cry too. It was seriously that gross.
Lance's attempts to calm her were no use. By that time I had made it to the bedroom to pick up one very upset, crying toddler. Lance told Kaylee he was going to get rid of the spider. So he grabbed a glass and a piece of paper and caught the spider. He then marched the spider through the living and delivered him outside. Kaylee wanted to make sure the spider was securely outside, but did manage to make a very sad and pathetic "bye bye spider".
Once she recovered, she realized that Daddy had saved her from the nasty spider and from then on he was better than cake frosting. All night she recounted the story of how Daddy saved Kaylee: "Scary spider in Kaylee's room. Get Kaylee's legs. Bad spider! Daddy took spider outside." She then wanted to sit by Daddy all night. She gave Daddy and pat and told him "Good job, Daddy" and even told him "You my hero". Since Kaylee has been on a mommy kick lately, Lance had no problem with the extra attention.
Kaylee woke up right when we were going to bed and we let her come sleep with us. She told the spider story again. And then announced she was "cuddling with daddy" and not with Mommy. (I'm chopped liver in this story).
This morning, spiders were still big news, but at least when she said Daddy was her hero again, she turned to me and said "Mommy, you my hero too".
