The Itsy Bitsy Spider

Norah and I are loving having BVZ around so much these days and are taking advantage of being able to go out to dinner (I love going out to dinner on weeknights). Usually we just walk up the street, but tonight it was raining, so we drove to get Chinese food. After stuffing ourselves with fried tofu, we found ourselves in a torrential downpour. We were parked kind of far away, so I ran to the car and Norah and BVZ walked about a block (under an overhang) to a place where I could pull up and throw them both in.

When we met up again they were both kind of shaken up. Apparently, while walking BVZ ran into a spider web, which got on his face. Then he looked down and there was a spider on his shirt. Now, BVZ hates spiders. HATES them. He has been known to cower in his 6'3 glory and make his 5'5 wife climb on a chair to get any that happen to be in the house. This is how the conversations went:

Me: What happened to you guys?
BVZ: Dude, I ran into a freaking spider. A SPIDER! A FREAKING SPIDER!
Me: Are you okay?
BVZ: What do you mean am I okay? Of course I am not okay. I RAN INTO A SPIDER.
Me: Did you scream?
BVZ: Um.
Me: Did you scream?
BVZ: OF COURSE I SCREAMED.
Me: Like a little girl?
BVZ: LIKE A LITTLE GIRL.

Apparently he startled some old lady walking behind them. As I was buckling Norah into her car seat I asked her what Daddy did and she did what is quite possibly the funniest thing she has ever done. I made her do it again as soon as we got home. It wasn't as good. But still freaking funny.