We have spent the last couple months, very slowly and deliberately reading pages from Charlotte's Web to Bryony before bed some nights. It's a classic novel of love and friendship, it hopefully teaches children not to fear something because it looks different, and selfishly I never read it as a child so I felt it was long overdue.
We have also, for roughly the same period of time, had a small house spider living behind the sink pedastal in our bathroom. I mostly forget that it's there, but Bryony is all-consumed by its presence, or the assumption that it's present. Actually, I think the cat ate the spider several weeks ago, and I try to relay that bit of information to Bryony, but she can't lay her fear to rest. And, since her potty chair is situated right next to the sink pedastal, and the little eight-legged culprit, bathroom visits have involved me coming to monitor that the spider doesn't get frisky during potty time.
More recently, Bryony has abandoned the potty chair altogether for fear that the spider, long since digested in Holiday's tummy, has somehow grown to huge proportions and will altogether gobble my three-year old up, wet bottom and all. So, she only uses the "big potty" now.
No more potty chair. No more cleaning potty chair. No more stinky residue emanating from potty chair. No more potty chair taking up space in my small bathroom (oops, wait, scratch that. It doubles as a stepstool so it's not going anywhere for awhile).
Thank you, little spider. Job well done. Sorry my cat ate you.
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