he started, eyes darting around to make sure no one else was listening, “and I see a lady sitting at the table. She’s wearing a big black dress, like a Halloween costume, with lots of shiny bits.” He mimicked the dress’s shimmer with his small hands before continuing, “And then, I see them. Little, wiggly spiders crawling out from under her dress.”
For a moment, I was caught between amusement and confusion. Ben had always had a vivid imagination, but this was something new. “Spiders?” I asked, trying to suppress a smile. “Are you sure they weren’t just part of her dress, like decorations?”
“No, Mommy,” he insisted. “They were real! They were crawling on the floor, and she didn’t even notice!”
