Butterflies...
So I take the kids to Mass on Sunday, since it's a noon service we stop at Jack In The Box on the way home and pick up lunch to go (grilled cheese and french fries count as a food group).
We get home, the kids are unloaded from the car and take off for the front porch while I lag behind, gathering food and dumping trash. Amazing how three small children can completely trash a minivan in just one half hour trip.
I get on the porch and they're in a semicircle crouched down on their heels. The five year old and his three year old sister simultaneously inform me that they're looking at butterflies and they're "stuck".
Sure enough, there are two butterflies the size of a thumbnail. One is atop the other and they're presumably doing what comes naturally (Hey, rent a room!). My eyes aren't that good to pick out the appropriate parts of a butterfly's anatomy, thats where "presumably" comes in.
The kids are really concerned that they're "stuck together" and can't get undone so I nudge the insects with my foot. Sure enough they take off flying, probably in search of a more private location. The six year old waves "bye-bye".
For the next half an hour I'm the greatest Dad in the world because I can "unstick" butterflies.
So, how was YOUR Sunday?
6 comments:
And the children absolutely cannot appreciate the fact that you have two very pissed off butterflies near your house.
Arby, yep. Thats sounds like a good setup for a horror flick. Pissed off butterflies exacting their revenge against the Nature hating human.
**Sigh**, Subvet, how would you like it if'n someone forcibly made you "coitus interruptis". There goes a whole geeration of butterflies.
Cookie, hadn't thought of that. Civilization as we know it is in dire peril due to my big foot.
aww luvit! Hope you're having an amazing Holiday weekend!!
WHT, thanks. I certainly did.
Rev. Gregori, unfortunately theres a lot to that.
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