Sweet, sweet justice.

The kid is in to abso-fucking-lutely everything these days. Drawers, shelves, everything. So much rearranging. Today I come out from the kitchen and she standing in the middle of the room, clutching her hand between her legs and squealing. Honestly, it looked like a pee-dance more than anything else. And I wasn't totally listening because well, she talks A LOT. 

Anyway.

Finally I start listening and she's saying something scared her. So I start paying more attention. And then she says something "got her"...which she says all the time, but I finally realized she was pointing at the desk drawer so I went and looked. And she was right something got her. Hee.

I've probably mentioned it before, but when we had a trail ride we used to have this little brown wooden box, no labels or anything that'd sit on the counter where people came in. It had a little button on the top to slide it open. Of course when you did slide it open, the spider popped up from inside and landed on your hand. I've seen grown people hurl glasses of ice tea across the room when that thing comes out to slap their hand. It's awesome. 

And that was totally what the kid had found in the drawer - scared the crap out of her when it tapped her hand. I was all strict and stern and let that be a lesson to you, but oh god it was so hard not to die laughing right there on the spot. Hee. I had to go share with the Kid's mom and accompanying adults immediately. It was just too good.

I couldn't have PLANNED it any better. :D