Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-27303410-20160609031800/@comment-27800590-20160626000219

I laugh quietly at the reaction and grab the glass sitting next to her bed. Trapping the spider inside, I show it to my daughter, who jumps onto the wall away from it.

"Get it away, get it away, get it away , get it away!" she squeals, my wife coming through the door to see what all of the commotion is about. When she sees our little girl on the wall, she looks at me, then at the spider in the cup and lets out a soft laugh.

"Sweetie, what are you doing up there?" she asks, reaching out for our daughter. She leaps off of the wall, landing in her mothers arms and wrapping all of her legs around her.

"Mom! Tell daddy to get rid of it already!" She looks at me and smiles, kissing our little girl on the forehead.

"It's okay, dear. Daddy will take care of it. And I think you need to hear the spider story again." Our daughter cheers at the prospect, and they go to the lounge while I take the spider outside. When I go back inside, my daughter's asleep next to her mother. She looks up at me and smiles.

"I think I'll stay here for a bit, I'll take her to bed later. Why don't you go to bed? A big, brave man like you needs your rest." I laugh at her compliments, walking over and kissing both the important women in my life, before going to bed.