The other night the kids were getting ready for bed. Jonah was done first, so he came downstairs to wait for the others. I heard Sadie push the back door open and I asked Jo to go close it. He started to and I saw him look up, and then he ran and jumped into my lap, terrified. I looked up and saw a moth flying around that must have come in when Sadie left the door open (I'm going to teach her to shut the door herself.... someday :) Now, I don't like moths, in fact, I think they're disgusting- but I thought Jo was being a little ridiculous. The following conversation ensued:
me: "Jo, what's wrong?"
him: " There's a moth! It flew in the house! And it's in here!!"
me: "Are you scared of moths Jo?"
him: (looks at me like I'm stupid) "Ummmm, yaaaaaaaa. Moths eat your clothes."
me: "Okay, that's true sometimes, but that moth isn't going to dive down and start eating your clothes dude."
him: " Ya, it could! And if it starts eating my clothes, then it might just eat through them and keep eating through my skin and eat me up!"
me: (laughing) "Uhhh, no it won't. They eat clothes sometimes, but not people, okay?"
him: "Are you sure? (I nod) Okay...."
He then runs upstairs and comes back down with his blanket. He's totally wrapped up in it, and he curls himself into a ball on the floor. He stayed like that until I found the moth and put it back outside.