This afternoon my 2-year-old gave a loud shriek. Well, it was more of a terrified scream. You know when they squawk and shout all day long and most of it can be ignored, but then comes the scream of pain/terror that makes you leap from wherever you are and go running.
Fortunately it wasn’t far, and I ran across the room to find her wiping her mouth and face frantically and rolling on the sofa.
‘What’s happened? Love, what is it?’
I managed to coax out of her a pointed finger and another petrified scream. My gaze followed her finger to see a spider on the sofa, where she had been. One of those ones with a body like a plump raisin and long legs as thin as a whisker. Now, I am not a fan of arachnids but brave face on I said ‘Oh, it’s Mr Skinny Legs!’. I apologise at this point if you are not au fait with the comings and goings of Peppa Pig, but there is a particular episode where a similar thing happens and the spider is christened ‘Mr Skinny Legs’. Thinking on my feet I tried to rope in a bit of piggy love and reenact a Peppa Pig classic. It worked. Littlest calmed down and was content for me to usher Mr Skinny Legs into a trug and deposit him outside the patio doors.
The part of the story I haven’t told you lends itself to another TV phenomenon. When I ushered our little friend into the trug I noticed he was limping a bit and upon closer inspection I saw he had a leg missing. I glanced over to my daughter who was still poking at her mouth. OMFG I think she ate his leg! I think he crawled over her face while she was lying on the sofa and she swiped and with one loud yowl knocked off a limb and accidentally ate it. I didn’t know what to do! I’m an acranophobic toddler – get me out of here! I mean, how grim is that??
All I can say is I am going to make her brush her teeth ’til they gleam tonight…..ugh.