My child gives me courage.
Tonight, Miss J helped me catch a cockroach that popped up while Miss B was drawing on the carpet.
Miss B shrieked and ran for the bedroom.
Miss J hung around to help.
She kept an eye on the cockroach's movements while I worked out what would be the best way to nab the gross creature.
Normally, I leave pest control to hubby, but unfortunately he wasn't home yet, so it was up to me.
I got on my rubber gloves and a plastic bag, but C wouldn't cooperate. We shifted the furniture around as C tried to elude us by climbing the wall. Finally I asked Miss J to get me a glass jar with lid. I tipped C off the wall into the jar, screwed the lid on tight and placed the jar on the bench for hubby to 'inspect' when he walked through the door.
"Why don't we flush it down the toilet?" suggested Miss J. "That's what Daddy does."
I did as she suggested and together we watched C finally get flushed away.
I congratulated Miss J on a job well done and for her bravery. I also wisely chose not to compare her with her sis, so I didn't say what was on the tip of my tongue, "You're so much braver than your sister."
That would have been very uncool.