Butterfly Kisses

As I returned home this afternoon I was greeted by the not-always-dulcet tones of my son hollering "mommy, I have something speeeeecial for youuuu!"

Hmmmmm.

But in the kitchen I discovered that Harry had found a big Monarch butterfly on the way home from the park and carried it home gently where he found his bug-spying case and deposited it inside. He and Charlotte were eating lunch, examining their great conquest.

"He carried it home? With his finger?" I asked the nanny? "My son. The one who squeals in disgust at buzzing flies?"

But there it was. And after lunch, we ceremoniously set it free. Pretty cool kiddo. Thanks for the nature lesson.