As the garage door crept upward, the kids spotted a spider on the ground, scurrying around.
"It's a Black Widow!" Clover shrieked, always one to jump to the scariest possible scenario.
"I'm scared," Rocket yelled as he hid behind my legs.
I stepped on it with my flip flop and the crowd cheered for me like I was a war hero. "We're safe! You did it!" Rocket kissed my right leg, the one he'd been clinging to. "Brave mommy," he said.
Fast forward to school as we walked to Clover's classroom when the back of my flip flop accidentally landed on a roly poly. A roly poly who already seemed particularly lifeless, I might add.
"YOU SQUISHED THE ROLY POLY! How COULD you DO that?" Rocket cried.
"He's dead!" Clover mourned.
I'd quickly gone from hero to murderer. There's a fine line there and unwittingly I crossed it with my flip flops.