|I’m going to miss this little butterfly lover while she’s in first grade.|
Everybody I show this picture to asks me, Is that a real butterfly on her face? And you can see the look of shock and awe on their faces when I say, Yes, that’s a real butterfly.
What I don’t tell them is that the butterfly is injured because the little one whose nose it’s sitting on hunted it down and mauled it until she broke its wing. Fly for your lives, little butterflies…fly for your lives.