Our cat had been sick down the back of the couch (yuk) and when I pulled out the couch to clean up the wall and floor, Preston and I had this conversation:
Preston: Oh no, the poor spider is sad!
me: what spider? why is it sad?
Preston: (pointing at an old cobweb) The spider that lives there is all sad because he's trapped!
me: why is he trapped?
Preston: Because the kitty spew is blocking his front door and he can't get out!
??? That's quite an imagination!
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