No Wordless Wednesday post this week. It's Wednesday, but I don't have a photo. It was too precious a moment to grab a camera. Yesterday evening, Noah caught a butterfly in the yard. He was tickled pink to get to hold it in his hands, up close and personal, and I was in awe that he could hold it gently enough to not kill it or pull a wing off.
He must have let that butterfly go and recaptured it some 3 or 4 times before I realized that this was going to end badly, without some intervention on my part. After all, this was a butterfly that let itself be caught by a barehanded 2 year-old. It was not flying well before Noah caught it, and while it miraculously seemed no worse for the wear so far, I knew our luck wouldn't last forever. So Daddy was enlisted to create an irresistable diversion ("Look, Noah, a KEY! Can you come unlock the shed for Daddy?") while Mommy helped the butterfly fly over the fence. Crisis averted. But it sure was fun while it lasted!
1 comment:
That is such a precious story! Good thing they are still at the age where they can be easily enticed into other activities. That is so sweet he was so gentle with it!
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