While Grandma G was visiting last week, we went to the Museum of Science Butterfly Garden. K was so excited to see the butterflies, all morning she chanted, "I go see butterflies!" Of course when we got there and she saw hundreds of the beautiful, yet unpredictable, creatures flying all over the place, and even landing on "mama" she exclaimed, "Scared butterflies" (actually it sounded more like "scared bufflies"). We didn't think that she even knew the word "scared", but as she buried her face in Grandma's arms she repeated it at least half a dozen times.
At the museum there were some (live) Madagascar Hissing cockroaches on display as well. Oddly enough she wasn't scared of them at all (maybe they look familiar to things she's seen in Hawaii--yes, M just wrote that, in case you're wondering).
Its been a week since we visited the Butterfly Garden, and K is still saying, "scared butterflies" at random times or when we read her books. Hopefully someday soon she'll get over her bufflyphobia and return to loving them like she used to.
