Today, we went the National Museum of Natural History because we wanted you - little miss butterfly princess herself - to see the real live butterflies flying around the museum's special exhibit. You were the very picture of patience as we waited to enter the walk-through butterfly house. Before we went in, an entymologist briefed us on the house - careful where you step, don't try to touch the butterflies, etc. In we all went, and the display didn't disappoint. You were enthralled by the vast numbers of butterflies, their pretty colors, and their equally colorful environment.
Until.
One butterfly flew your way and landed right on your face. It was the first time in your whole life I have heard you scream in fear, and your little face was all saucers for eyes and terror as you grabbed on to me. I knelt down by you and told you that the nice butterfly had just wanted to give you a kiss and didn't mean to scare you. You were not entirely convinced.
But, later, you acknowledged that, yes, the butterfly did kiss you, and it was a little scary, but you were okay. And then you ate an enormous butterfly cookie, which may or may not have been a warning to butterflies to watch where they land next time.
Love,
Mama
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