Palmer said the following to me this morning: "There's a spider downstairs. It's really, really big!" And then a few moments later, he came back to report, "Mom, I got my shoe and I hit the spider. And I hit it again and again and then it died. Then I got a tissue and put it in the toilet. I flushed the toilet, and it went round and round 'til it was gone! *pause for effect* It was really scary!"
My hero! I just hate spiders. How lucky I am for brave little boys who kill them for me.