She watched her friend spot a butterfly and show her tiny toddler.
It was the first butterfly of the summer, and so she pointed it out to her own animal-loving toddler. She thought a butterfly counted as an animal, especially to a 3-year-old. She said: "Look at the butterfly sweety." Her daughter immediately became enraptured with the orange wings of the butterfly and followed it as it flitted about and landed on the gravel.
Her little one and her friend's little one stood towering over the tiny tiny bug, in awe of it's beautiful and delicate wings. And then she watched her daughter lift her leg, and step on it.
Large breath in and an EEK feeling among all of the moms. She hollered at her daughter not to squish the butterfly, to which her little one lifted her foot once again, and out flitted that hardy insect.
Thankfully, the butterfly survived, but her daughter proved herself once again, Predicatably Unpredictable.
She was considering getting her kids this Butterfly-growing kit (hey, bringing a little nature to these urban creature's lives), but maybe her kids aren't quite ready.