What's up, Effy?
A bug! A buggy bug!
On the window?
Really, what's it doing?
'Swalking! Flying away!
All the time. Bug obsession.
Bug obsession turned bad on Wednesday night: nightmare about bugs.
Cue screaming toddler. Hiding BEHIND her sisters cot.
She demanded to lie down with me under the duvet and clung to me all night.
All of Thursday morning:
Lots of tiny ones spiders. On my pillow. Big one on floor. Not scared. Bit scared.
Even the girls at nursery were told.
On Thursday night and bedtime she was relieved that there were actually no spiders on her pillow.