“Don’t go in the kitchen!”
After we let Tessa down from the dinner table, she went over next to the kitchen cabinets and knelt down.
“Don’t go in the kitchen.” she repeated over and over.
“Don’t go in the kitchen, spider” as she shook her index finger at the little black insect. After a few more admonitions the spider gave in and turned around, heading back out to the living room….
