At the risk of you reorting me to social services, this happened the other day.
My toddler was on my knee. I was putting a jacket on him that I had just plucked from the clean clothes pile that is on its way to appropriate drawers/wardrobes. (honest)
There was a fucking great spider crawling up the jacket. (and I mean BIG)
So I threw the jacket to the floor and backed away. Only my son was still in the jacket. So technically I threw him to the floor. Cue much guilt and sadness that my instinct is seemingly to protect myself over my children. Ho hum.
Anyway, a few days on, I crack up with the giggles everytime I think about it. It is just a little bit funny, isn't it? OH thinks I'm evil.