Mama-Roach

(Early one morning, my daughter walks downstairs with what looks like a sealed plastic cup, like the ones you would buy a Betta in, in her hands.)

Daughter: “Mom, I want to show you something cool!”

Me: “What is it, sweetie?”

Daughter: “This is a German cockroach. His name is Heinrich. I found him when he ran across my bedroom wall last night!”

Me: “…”

(She held up the cup and sure enough, it was a German cockroach. That was also the day we discovered that my daughter wants to be an entomologist, which also explained why she called the pest control man a mass murderer when he came to spray the house the next week.)