My Daughter…

… isn’t like most little girls.

There follows a transcript of a bedtime conversation between my daughter and I.

“Did you have a good day sweetheart?”
“Yes.”

“What was the best bit?”
“The bike race in town.  Daddy?”

“Yes darling?”
“There’s a spider on my ceiling, up there.” *points to ceiling*

*Dad looks up, rolls eyes expecting hysterics and work involving a chair, a piece of card, a glass and a key for the window *
“What do you want me to do about it sweetheart?”
“Nothing Dad. Tomorrow we’ll get him some water in a cup because spiders like to drink water so they can stay indoors.”

“Oh, ok, that sounds like a good idea. I’m going now then, goodnight God bless. Love you.”
“Love you Daddy.  Oh and Dad?”

“Yes sweetheart?”
“We’ll call him Steve.”

 

 

 

 

The other two girls in the house would have dealt with Steve with screams, gasps and excited demands for immediate eviction.

I love having an action girly in the house! 🙂