Attack of the lint

G is such a cutie, but recently she has developed a fear of anything small and fuzzy. I believe this stems from a recent close encounter with a real life, very large spider. Her sisters were very freaked out about it. The spider was relocated, no not outside - but to his mansion in the sky.

I didn't think anything of it until I was bathing her and she started screaming pie-er, pie-er. I had no idea what the racket and fuss were all about. Then I saw it, it was a speck of lint that resembled a friend of the 8-legged variety.

Suddenly, these fuzzy imposters were everywhere. She refuses to touch them and has become a shower girl since bathtime is too traumatic - all those floating sock fuzzies from between her toes sends her into an absolute panic. And then - Houston, we have another problem, because I am laughing so hard I cannot carry out my lint removal duties expeditiously.

Can you imagine what she'll think after reading Horton Hears a Who?

Right, showers it is.