Grant has a bunch of plastic bugs. I don’t know where they came from (I know I didn’t buy them!) but they’re scattered all around in the toy bins. The only one he plays with at all is a butterfly. We’d like to think he’s pretending it’s Mothra, but probably not.
The butterfly’s name was Penny for a long time. Then Gramma and Poppa got a little dog named Penny, and the butterfly has gone without a moniker ever since. Nameless Butterfly is played with along with cars, blocks and Legos, sometimes all at once.
Last night Grant had it fly over to me, and when he wanted it to land on me, I obliged. He told me it is a yellow butterfly. “True,” I said, “but do you know what this is called?” “Yeah, yellow butterfly.” As I tried to explain that his butterfly is called a Monarch butterfly… he interrupted excitedly, “Yeah! And here’s where the poop comes out of!”
And away it flew.
Poop is always interesting.
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