After laying on my lap in the recliner for quite awhile, watching a spider walk across the ceiling, Fenn hops on his scooter . . .

Fenn, "I'm goona go get that spider some food."
Mom, "What do spiders eat?"
Fenn, "He eats chocolate chips and lemons. He does, he likes them. I'm going to Walmart, I'll be right back."

He then tried to leave the house on his flexible flyer scooter to run real quick to Walmart. He just couldn't understand my opposition to the idea.