butterfly, fly

An injured butterfly flew into the boys' water bucket at the playground last week. It kept them fascinated for the better part of our park visit.

I love how convinced Garrett was that the butterfly would fly again. "NO!" he says to Elizabeth with conviction. "He's going fwy! He's doing going fwy in that skwy!"

Caleb, on the other hand, seemed to prefer to just blow on the poor thing until it would fly up into his face and freak him out.

And those triplets, well, they just wanted the butterfly period -- and desperately so.

It's not often we get up-close glimpses of nature here in Brooklyn, but it's sure entertaining when we do!