We went and had “Breakfast with the Butterflies” at our Botanical Gardens last weekend. We ate a nice breakfast in one of the classrooms and then the kids got to release butterflies. Evidently, when it’s sunny outside, the butterflies are excited about their release and escape the box the second it’s open. However, since it was rainy that day, the butterflies needed a bit of encouragement. AndyZ’s saw no need to fly any further than his chest since there were copious amounts of sweet goodies on his shirt from breakfast.
After a few seconds he got a little freaked out about his new companion and we gently encourage the butterfly to find a location to acclimate not attached to another creature.
The flusher on the toilet in our bathroom broke and NikkiZ and I took a trip to Home Depot to buy a replacement. We also bought a new toilet seat and she found the prospect of an afternoon of toilet repairs to be the MOST EXCITING THING EVER. She took the job very seriously and pretty much did everything herself. She was overly proud of her achievement and when I pointed out that we bought the wrong size seat (no big deal, I bought the cheap-o variety anyway) she said, “That’s okay. It still works. Watch.” And she promptly used the toilet proving the effectiveness of the wrong-sized seat and the newly-installed flusher. All while wearing her sequined dress and her hot-pink leggings. My kid is pretty damn cool.
The two small kids joined me at our local art festival last weekend for crafts and entertainment. After we hit all of the kids tents, got our faces painted, and scored some balloons – we went for some Italian Ice. Of course they picked out red because why pick out something docile like white? While we were eating a Dad and his son sat on the sidewalk next to us. That boy was one of the coolest kids I’ve ever met. He got right close to me and just started chatting away. His Dad tried to pull him back at first but I guess gave up once he realized I didn’t mind the invasion into my personal space. He offered me some of his Italian Ice (I declined) and he asked me what my name was. “Kim,” I said, “and your name’s Hunter…right?” I had heard his Dad use his name when they first sat down. Hunter then proceeded to ask me my kid’s names (They were being unusually shy.) and then said to me, “Kim…this is my Dad, Paul” while gesturing to his Father sitting on the sidewalk. Most AWESOME kid ever. Turns out he’s four, has an older brother who is 8, and was on his way to a birthday party at Pump It Up after the art festival. I’m telling you – kids like Hunter? Are the type that make me wish I could have fifty. Entertaining, polite and all around good natured. I kinda wanted to take him home with me. But I think Paul might have not been pleased.