Cian came out of the bath tonight very excited about what he was holding in his hand. We couldn't figure out what he was saying but soon realized he was saying "Spider" and he opened his hand to reveal a small, brown, drowned, dead spider. (Note: this was a little house spider like we have in Canada don't worry that it's the spiders of your Australian nightmares).
Cian was quite excited about this spider and wanted to keep it. Keith and I were trying to convince him that he could not keep a dead spider mostly because spiders do not routinely have Lazarus-like properties. This was devastating to him which we could not understand until, finally, through the sobs he wanted to bring it to Show and Tell. Then all the pieces started to fit together - another kid had brought a spider (presumably a live spider) to Show and Tell so Cian somehow thought he could will this spider back to life and bring it to Kindy Show and Tell. Thus began the process of trying to find something else cool to bring to Show and Tell. We finally settled on his triceratops wrapped in a Canadian table runner that I had stored away for gifts (because I convinced him Canadian things are cool). These two things seemed to still the outpourings of grief over the well-loved spider who died before his time to shine at Kindy Show and Tell.
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