Michael was having a grizzle yesterday. He stomped out of the room and grizzled past Elf in the kitchen. I heard her say "Oh no, Michael - aaaaah." He had seen a large huntsman and stomped it flat. Later, he picked up a spider card from a game, and waved it around saying over and over "This is the spider I stepped on."
I said, mostly to myself "I will have to put your spider in my blog". Michael squealed "NO! Don't put the spider into the blog!" I think he thinks a blog is kind of like a bag.