spider
g went to one of those cheesy chunks places where you pay to play stupid games that spit out tickets that you can trade for junk. g had to have the jumping spider. you squeeze the bladder and the spider jumps. i call it the priapus spider. for reasons i didn't explain to the boys. anywho, the spider stopped jumping. seems it developed a leak in the part that extends on demand. g handed it to me to fix. i took one look at what part was broken. oh, honey. your son needs you to fix his spider. it's suffered a rupture. she was like why don't you fix it? uh uh no way. not me. i ain't touching that part. she sorta rolled her eyes at me. empathy too strong.