"look, a butterfly!"
::hands clap, eyes glaze over, weird high pitched noises come into play, they fall down::
i think this is pretty typical for most little girls so i don't feel the need to call 911. i also think this is quite amusing, so i decided to take them to a place that is entirely devoted to butterflies. genius, right?
when we got to said magical paradise, the biggest sign you've ever seen said, "DON'T TOUCH THE BUTTERFLIES CAUSE THEY'LL DIE & WE'LL KICK YOUR ASS OUT!!!!"
seriously. word for word.
i was immediately questioning this trip- because my girls are not tender flowers with a light touch. they don't whisper into the wind, skip among the clouds or blow on dandelion seeds.
no, instead they pull the legs off insects, scream at twittering birds & attempt to decapitate all flowers. it's rather frightening.
so after some furious whispering between adults, while my darlings screeched at the door to be let in, we told them, quite firmly, that they were NOT TO TOUCH THE BUTTERFLIES! no chasing, no screaming, no touching- nada. they acted like they understood. sweet. in we go.
...the first thing we saw was a dead butterfly. the girls were thrilled. savages.
however, i used the poor butterfly's demise to explain to the girls that if they did any of the things we told them not to do.... ::looks somberly at poor dead butterfly::
they got the message & did a fantastic job acting like little girls who listen to their parents.
i should have gotten stitches, but i didn't. & now i'll never be a hand model. the end.
not surprisingly, it doesn't take very long to explore a butterfly sanctuary. after an hour or so we headed outside for lunch.
then we bid the butterflies farewell & headed home. the end.
p.s. we took this trip in May. yeah- behind much? sorry guys.