be-musings

Last week Matthew came in from outside, and told me to turn around. He dug in my pockets with his hands, which isn't that unusual. Then a moment later he told me he put surprises in them. I found that curious, and as I reached into the pockets I felt tiny bumps. As my hand came out, ladybugs were in them. He had put ladybugs in my back pockets! I dropped them in shock, of course.
Then we got in the car to go out. My heart raced as I saw a spider crawling on the side of my seat. It didn't live, poor spider. Matthew waited a moment not knowing I killed it, then said "I put a present on your seat mom, and you sat on it". I told him I saw it and it's dead. He told me he put two in the car. I never found a second one.
A couple days ago Matthew and I were in the car again and he told me he was worried that we haven't found the second spider yet. He said it was a mommy, and it would be building baby nests which would hatch and crawl all over us.
I don't think I'm ready for this part of having a son.