We woke up this morning and found an empty chrysalis in our butterfly habitat.
Overnight, a butterfly had been born.
Julia: “A butterfly was born, Mom?”
Me: “Uh huh.”
Julia: “Like it didn’t exist before?”
Me: “It wasn’t a butterfly before.”
Julia: “It was a caterpillar.”
Me: “You got it.”
Julia: “Well, if you’re saying it was just born last night, what would you call it when it hatched from an egg into a caterpillar? Actually, I think it was born then.”
Me: “Oh, for goodness sake Julia, YES! It was born THEN!!! The thing is, we now have a butterfly, okay?”
Julia: “Well, we’re supposed to be learning from this. I’m just asking questions…to get it right.”
Me: “Julia, you are absolutely 100% right.”
Julia: “I know.”
Overnight, a butterfly had emerged. Two actually. To celebrate, I made some finger paint and encouraged the kids to make hand print butterflies, which Julia did. Of course.
Lucy was not inspired to paint a butterfly.
…preferred to paint…
…with her head.
Meanwhile, we’ve kicked our Butterfly Watch up a notch. We’re hoping to witness the
birth emergence of a butterfly from one of our remaining chrysalids in the next day or so.