There’s a big spider in my office downstairs. BIG. I go to the bottom of the stairs and call up to Bretty.
Me: “Bretty! Come help me catch this spider! It’s super big and I’m freaking out!”
Charlie appears at the top of the stairs, dragging a play-sword behind him. He looks concerned. The sword is at least three feet long. Taller than he is.
Me: “Daddy’s going to help me catch a big spider in my office.”
Charlie: “Is he gonna use my sword?”