So today I was “purging” the kitchen. (I’ve been in the process of trying to get the house under control)
I spilled a quart of coconut flour in the sink into the crockpot that I made potato soup in yesterday. The crockpot was soaking in the sink.
Yes I know “soaking” isn’t actually that helpful…unless you are just putting off a task you don’t want to do…which is what I was doing.
And then I spilled coffee grounds in it. So it was really a nasty mess.
I was picking my way through it when a SPIDER JUMPED AT ME from inside the sink somewhere.
Obviously I screamed a little.
Claire was alarmed and paused putting away silverware. She never minds a break from chores.
Claire: What Mama?
Me: There’s a spider. It scared me.
Claire: You mean it STARTLED you.
Me: Yeah. Whatever.
Claire: I want to see it.
**Looks at the spider in the sink that I am pouring dish soap on**
Claire shakes her head and hands me a steak knife with the most serious look on her face. She shrugged her shoulders and sighed.
Claire: Mama you don’t have a choice, you just have to cut him.
So apparently I have a gangster in the making.
Y’all watch yourselves.