So I was showing the girls some crocuses that were just popping up and they were appropriately ooh-ing and aah-ing over them. Then Johnny stopped by for a looksie and, after I repeated "look at the sweet little flowers!", he appropriately (in his mind) tried to stomp on them. As I said earlier, that's what boys do. But if his response to something pretty like these:

is to smoosh them, what's to keep the child from extinguishing an insect this beautiful?

Knowing my luck, he'd probably do it in front of some little school children...or start a chain reaction among his siblings and it would be like a horror-show grape-stomp and we would be forever banished from the butterfly house.
Decisions. Decisions.
3 comments:
so it was karma that the butterfly house was closed when we ventured forth!
HHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
Wow, sounds just like my Ian! :)
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