W tells me a story:

I was at CC when I looked up and saw a claw. Then I realized it was a spider, so I ran away. But my Daddy killed it with a french fry. Spiders like french fries, and it ate so much it exploded.

W was convinced a leftover piece of broccoli was a spider, so I ate it to prove it wasn't. She looked at me with an open mouth in shock and then laughed a little.

So I pointed to a piece of parsley on her hand and said breathlessly "oh my gosh, what is that on your hand?!"

She went BALLISTIC screaming at Nana to get it off. With a betrayed look she said sternly, "Bad joke, mom!"