My own Sophia sometimes pretends to be a spider, decorating lampposts and doorknobs with colorful yarn "webs."
Today she was a hungry spider who wanted a fly popsicle. Here's the fly:
So cool that when she decided to cut off those skinny little legs, the wings and the head (apparently a fly popsicle is made of only the fly body) and attach the remainder to a stick, Oliver vehemently protested.
He wanted to save the fly. So, distressed about upsetting him but frustrated about not getting her fly popsicle, Sophia gave him the fly (after having a minor, short-lived melt down).
Such is the life with a two-year-old brother.
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