Gracie discovered this butterfly in the yard today and sadly it couldn't fly. We gently moved it out of our blazing frisby throwing area to a nice patch of clovers under the crabapple tree.
Gracie said "mommy go get your cam-ra"
So I did.
"What should we name her, Gracie?"
"how about butter? Do you like that name mommy?"
I couldn't stop laughing to answer her. A butterfly that can't fly should be called butter...leave it to a 3 year old!
Meet our new pet, Miss Butter::
1 comment:
happy anniversary, beth!!
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