My daughter Brontë has a special blue cup we keep in the bathroom for rinsing out her mouth after brushing her teeth.
She’s quite attached to it, so I was nervous about what I was about to tell her.
Me: Umm… we may need to throw out your blue cup.
Brontë: WHAT? WHY?
Me: Because I used it to trap a spider last night.
Brontë: OH. That makes sense.
Me: Or we could clean it. It’s up to you, but we can throw out Spider Cup if you want.
Brontë: Let’s just clean it. I’m used to spiders now. There’s one living in my room but I haven’t seen it for a while.
Me: Oh? Well, most houses have spiders living in them somewhere. What does it look like?
Brontë: It’s brown. About *this* big (making a dinner-plate-sized circle with her hands] and she keeps stomping around, asking for fly pizza.
Me: I see.