Trauma revisited

So, I wrote about the salad issue. About an hour later the bug issue came to it's ugly anntenaed head. From the tv room we hear a scream, then panicked footsteps to the computer room. There was giant cockroach. Given the way the oldest was acting, it was armed and demanding salad and a dining companion. Her loving father and I said grab a shoe and kill it. This was met with numerous grumbled and whined responses. She finally guilted her little sister into playing mighty bug killer. It was a loving show of sisterly love and compassion...until the youngest brought the decedent to show her daddy. The oldest climbed off her chair and onto the table while screaming. It was very dramatic, some how though I doubt it was good parenting that I laughed.