u/catinthesea

I have a job, I pay a mortgage, I sort my rubbish, I tell my daughters to eat their vegetables. Somewhere along the way I guess I stopped pretending to be an adult and I actually became one?

But tonight, I am home alone. It was dinner time an hour ago. I was very hungry, so I devoured a piece of bread with some butter, without even getting out a plate. Then, I made hot chocolate, because I love hot chocolate and I fancied it. Then I was still hungry... I had crackers straight from the bag. A banana. Some greek yoghurt. Pistachios.

Now I am on the sofa eating chocolate, feeling fairly pleased with how this evening turned out. Tomorrow I will eat vegetables again.

My daughters are scared of spiders. We live in the Netherlands, where only small and harmless spiders live. I tried in various ways to alleviate their fear but no success.

Recently, in another attempt, I named a spider in a corner of the living room Sonny. They love it. Whenever someone visits they proudly show Sonny the Spider.

Sonny the Spider has now moved to the ceiling. I'm not sure this is still Sonny the First, but continuity seems more important than the truth in this case.

Sonny the First, or possibly the Second, is small and mostly just sits there minding his own business. I point out how he doesn't really move and how useful he is because he catches flies.

The girls are now completely at ease with Sonny the Spider. Only Sonny. They are still afraid of all other spiders...