My hand tightens on my coffee cup, ready to start another day at the mercy of the whims of my small overlords. Then I hear this:
"Hey, look, a spider!"
(worried) "What?!? Whawe?"
(shouting in a worried voice) "MOM!!! I'M KIND OF NEWVOUS ABOUT A SPIDEW DOWN HEWE!"
"Just have your sister take care of it. Ali, will you take care of the spider?"
"Fine." (sounds of bathroom door, where Si is showering, opening) "Sorry, dad, I just need some toilet paper." (sound of door closing on what is probably a very confused Silas.)
(scuffling noises) "Oh, no, where did it go?"
"Undew thewe! Undew thewe!"
"Huh. I can't find it."
(sound of bare feet frantically running down the hallway)
"MOMMA! MOMMA! THE SPIDEW IS UNDEW ALI'S DRESSEW!"
And so begins a Sunday morning in the McAghon house.
(Luckily Oliver forgot about the spider by the time he went to bed tonight.)