We were lounging around our campsite in Bryce Canyon after breakfast. Dad was turned away from us, and seemingly talking to thin air.
Dad: “Hey there little buddy. Whatcha doing all the way out here? Wouldn’t you like to be back by the tree?”
He then proceeds to pinch a spot in the air, slowly dragging his hand towards a nearby tree.
Dad: “Yup. And, there you go—whoops!”
The spider began flying away in the wind, directly towards my face.
Me: *Diving out of the way* “NOPE!”
Dad: “He cut himself loose from his web! He wanted to ride the air currents, isn’t that neat?”
Mom: “I don’t think Cal agrees.”
Me: “It is raining spiders! THIS IS NOT AUSTRALIA!”
Me: *to the tune of It’s Raining Men* “It’s raining spiders! Hallelujah, it’s raining spiders!”
Ian: “Spider. It only rained one.”
Me: *to the same tune* “It’s raining spider! Hallelujah, it’s raining spider!”
Me: “See, it just doesn’t work.”
Ian just sighed and rolled his eyes.
Me: *softly* “Hallelujah!”
I have no idea what I'm doing.