Oh my dear sweet Joshua.
I have come to the conclusion that he is just as afraid of spiders as I am.
And here's why:
About a year ago, Josh sat up in bed in the middle of the night and yelled, "Where's the spider!?!?!"
The rest of the conversation went like this:
Allison: What spider? There's not a spider. (Side note: We live on the top level of our apartment complex so spiders are a rarity)
Josh: Yes there is!! It's a huge one and it bit my toe and my toe really hurts!!
Allison: Babe. There's not a spider. Go back to bed.
Josh: Yes there is. Feel my toe. It bit my toe. There's a huge bump on it!
**I feel his toe. No bump.**
Josh: I'm sorry I have to turn the light on and find that spider. Owe! My toe really hurts!
**He turns the light on. No spider. We turn the light off, go back to bed and laugh about it the next morning.**
So then this morning about 4 a.m. Josh wakes up and yells, "Ahh! There's a spider on me!!"
And you guessed it. There wasn't a spider!
haha! Bless is heart. He was afraid it was going to go in his mouth.
I'm thinking one of these days I should put a fake spider in the bed. :)