A few nights ago, I'm putting the kids to bed, helping with tooth brushings and face washings and pajama wearings. And there, in the bathroom, up near the lights, was a great big giant bug.
The redhead and the diva were clearly freaked. So I did what any good mom would do ... and no, that does not mean I ran screaming from the room, because really, what kind of lesson would that teach them?
Nope. I calmly pulled a few sheets off the roll, folded them over once or twice, climbed up on the counter and squashed the hell out of that bug.
Immediately I heard a shocked gasp from behind me. It was the diva.
"Mom!" she gasped in horror. "You killed nature!"
And then she stormed out of the room.
My little chicken-eating vegetarian wants to save the world. Even the bugs. I must be doing something right.