Hero

Just thought I would recap a small, but very intense and important part to my evening.

Mama puts baby to bed.

Mama takes shower, steps into comfy PJs, and is ready to relax.

Husband comes home.

Husband gets a snack and is ready to relax.

Husband looks over and sees medium-sized centiped on the ceiling.

Mama squeals and looks at husband endearingly and asks him to kill it.

Husband obliges as long as Mama cues up the Internet for an episode of Parenthood.

Mama does so gladly.

Husband (aka Papa) and Mama enjoy 2/3 an episode of show.

Husband abruptly says "Are you kidding me?" while looking over at the wall.

Mama freaks out, pulls her feet off the floor and asks incessantly "What?".

Husband kills yet another centiped then looks down at the bottom of the basement stairs and sees yet another very large centiped awaiting him.

Mama more than freaks out, dances across the kitchen squealing, and at last kung fus the death of the third and final centiped - we think??!!??

Husband = Mamas hero!