This evening on the way home from a day at the zoo and dinner at a yummy local Mexican joint, El Bracero, Bubba was jabbering away in the backseat. All of a sudden he says "Oh no, a pider!" Titi (Bubba's word for Aunt W) and I turned our heads and sure enough, a white spider was crawling along the top of the window seaming on the inside of the truck. I ordinarily don't pull the car over for anything, but I know I would want someone to do it for me if I saw a spider!
Once I pulled over and parked, I grabbed a baby wipe (never a shortage around my kids) and started climbing over the seat to kill the spider. It starts jumping! Silly little albino spider starts jumping. Bubba starts squealing because he (like any normal person) doesn't want the spider to jump on him. I finally succeed in killing the spider and everyone lets out a collective sigh of relief. Whitney and I started laughing and she snorted which made us laugh harder.
"You f**king pug!" I said to her.
"A f**king pug! A f**king pug," parroted Bubba.
OMG. Crap. "Bubba, those are not nice words. Titi is a funny pug."
"Haha, Titi funny pug."
WHEW. Close one...
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