Butterflies

I could have stayed at the Butterfly Pavilion all day long. So peaceful and relaxing watching all the different types flying around. Except I had my daughters with me, and as with any outing where the youngest is there, there will be some excitement somewhere. We had already experienced her holding a tarantula and petting some starfish. I was sure I could relax. So we go into the garden, explaining beforehand to watch where you step so no butterflies get squished, etc. Really, I thought I had it all covered. Until we walked in and stopped to make sure we had everyone, and a beautiful butterfly floated right in front of my little one's face. And she instinctively clapped to kill whatever it was. I am happy to say she missed. But also, I can say that my emotions were in overload at that point. In between being mortified that she would do such a thing, especially in front of all those people and trying not to laugh hysterically as she tried to explain herself I was a mess. Then she wondered why none of the butterflies would land on her when they were landing on everyone else. Word gets around, baby.










One did finally get brave enough to land on little one's hand, with the help of her big sister. I think she was actually still and quiet for a full minute.