Whirly-gigs, Helicopters, Or Butterflies
Jaimie on May 21st 2008
All around our neighborhood, maple trees are letting their seeds spin to the ground, and CJ loves it. He calls them butterflies, and will scoop them up by the handful and throw them into the air in delight. I always called them whirly-gigs growing up, I don’t know why, but I did. He calls them butterflies, and I let him.
His friend M is not so accepting. He says they are helicopters, and will correct CJ at every opportunity. CJ is generally very obedient, for lack of a better word, when M bosses him around (M is a youngest who wants to be an oldest, CJ is an oldest with the personality of a youngest… it fits) but in this case, CJ frankly completely ignores M. “Butterflies!” he yells, as he throws them into the air and they rain down around him. “But…ter…fliiiiiiiies!”
Adorable.
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