A spider?

The other morning, we were all in the kitchen doing our various things while getting ready for school. Each of my school age children had some kind of request of me; could I help make this sandwich, can I have this in my lunch, can you help me with my hair, can you tie this or sign that or any other number of requests that come up in the morning. All the while, Emma was begging for something to eat (it is really hard to satifsy her in the mornings while the others are getting the lunch stuff out that she really wants). Luckily Leah was happy to be sitting in her chair, drinking her milk.
I think Jake must have heard my sigh as I tried to keep up with them. He paused for a minute, thought carefully and said, "Mom, I wish we were all spiders. That way you could have eight hands to help the rest of us."