Today as I walked toward Kenzie's classroom to pick her up from school, her teacher (trying hard not to laugh) said "ask Mackenzie what she has in her pocket." I did as I was instructed, resulting in a devious little grin. Teacher Cathy said "Mackenzie, tell your Mom what you have in your pocket!". I knelt down to Kenzie's response: "A CRANE FLY!!"
Our sweet little ballerina has a HUGE love for all creatures, big and small. Not just butterflies, but slugs, snails, beetles, snakes... all of it! So, when I began to explain to her that we needed to release the crane fly when we got outside, she burst into tears before I could finish. "No, no, noooo!"
When I finally convinced her that the crane fly would have a better life outside her pocket than death inside her pocket, we walked outside and slowly unzipped her jacket pocket to find: 3 pieces of bark, a few rocks, a leaf, some grass and dirt, and finally a crane fly came tumbling out. We couldn't find him, so he must have "flown away", right?
No comments:
Post a Comment