Glory woke up screaming n crying, insisting there was a spider on her bed.
"Spider! Spider!" she cried, pointing to a corner of her bed,"There, on my bed!"
She had gathered her precious bed-things (a Hamtaro cushion, a doggy, a Barney balloon, two pillows n two blankies) in a pile, as far away as possible from the corner where the spider was allegedly lurking.
She stared at the corner with fear written all over her face, looking so trumatized that I knew it wasn't merely a ploy to get me to come over to her room.
Yet, even if there was a spider, it didn't seem likely that she would have seen it. Her room was dark, and her bed was crowded, to put it mildly. A spider could technically go unnoticed in her
webecoist.comCould this creature be lurking in my baby's room????
As I searched her bed and under the mattress, I asked her more about the spider.
Me: Is the spider big or small?
G: the spider is big.
Me: how big is it? Show me with your hands.
Glory indicated a cat sized spider.
And added that it is yellow, with red eyes.
Cheh. Dream nia.
I wanted her to have an avenue to release her fears, so i let her tell me more.
Glory informed me that, apparently, we are supposed to cover our noses when a fierce spider is near.
I was feeling pleased... wow, at 2-and-a-half, Glory is so smart to imagine that these mean fierce spiders knew how to tunnel into our bodies to inflict maximum damage! Wa, during Red Cliff era she would be like ZhuGeLiang can?
But it turns out that it's just that fierce spiders like to hit people's noses.
(facepalm)
Anyway, Glory was particularly upset that the spider did not apologise to her after hitting her nose.
(double facepalm)
Oh, and the spider has a name too.
Morris.
And by the time she filled me in on the various details of Morris the Spider, morning has broken.
Sigh.
And i thought sleepless nights were a thing of the past.
