It’s sunny today! Mom was off on a shopping spree at Sam's. Before long she left, Dad passed me a suspicious wooden box. It's about the size of my hand and has a sliding hatch. And I knew he was up to a prank. Bless his heart, trying to freak me out with such a cliche? I played it cool and didn't open it right away. Instead, I'm waiting for the perfect moment – maybe when Mom gets back? I have a feeling she might just let out a little scream! (Who ever opens that box will have a rubber spider hopped onto their hand.)