Butterfly kit

Emma got a butterfly kit from Nanie and Papa. She had fun placing the stickers on the plastic picture and watching the caterpillars grow. Until the butterflies needed their mesh carrying bag, she used it as a pet and baby carrier.
Nanie and Papa happened to be at our house when the caterpillars formed the chrysalides so they helped Emma transfer them to the mesh bag. Then we waited and waited. Finally one morning as we were clearing up the breakfast dishes we noticed a flurry of wings- some of the butterflies had hatched!
We put in a couple of cut flowers and sprinkled them with sugar water, but we only saw a couple of them eating over the course of the few days we kept them in the mesh home.
When it came time to release them, Daddy helped her. One butterfly stayed in the bag until the next afternoon when Emma and I shook it out. Not five minutes later a robin flew down to the ground and gobbled it up. Emma was upset at first, but after hearing that it was good for the robin to eat, she was amazed by the process.

It's on the ground!

This morning Emma and Steve had a fun daughter-Daddy outing to the zoo. When they got home Emma came in and found me at the computer.
"Mommy, can we buy me some more silver shoes?" she whined.
I noticed that there was one silver shoe on her foot; her other foot was bare.
Daddy: Do you want to tell Mommy what happened to the other shoe?
Emma: No. Mommy, could we please go buy more silver shoes right now?
Mommy: We aren't going to the store, and I think I need to hear what happened to your shoe.
Daddy: she threw it out the window.
Mommy: What? She what?
Daddy: she just kept saying, 'it's on the ground. My shoe is on the ground.' By the time I realized what she was talking about we were way past the spot.
Mommy: Did you have to pull over?
Daddy: No, I didn't pull over. It happened under the J---tunnel.
Mommy: Wow, that is a busy street. Emma, that is a much too difficult road to pull over on; there really isn't a spot to do that there.
Daddy: I wanted to go back because I feel bad about littering. I just hope that she learned her lesson.
Mommy: oh boy. I am sorry that your shoe is lost, Emma.

Insert some tears and frantic running around and you get the gist. I guess I should have told Steve that she tried to throw something out the window earlier in the week so since then I have been keeping her window high up and locked. Ooops. :)