Spider hurt me in a story

Interior: M’s bedroom, 2:00 a.m.
It’s dark, M is awake in bed crying.

Daddy: Hey, big guy, what’s wrong?
M: Spider hurt me in a story.
Daddy: Oh, no, was it a dream?
M: Yes, bad dream.
Daddy: What happened in the story?
M: M was a moon up in the sky.
Daddy: Wow—M was a moon up in the sky? That sounds like a good dream.
M: No, bad dream. Spider’s legs do this: (M wiggles his fingers in the air).
Daddy: Then what happened?
M: Spider hurt me in the story.
Daddy: Oh, no, that must have been scary. What happened then?
M: My tackle spider.
Daddy: Good for you! Did the spider go away?
M: Yes, spider doh away.

Comments

Anonymous said…
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What, may it be that even in heav'nly place
That busy spider his long legs he tries!

Hee hee. Good story.
12:44 PM
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