Kiddo1 has been on a mission to catch a butterfly. It has consumed her and allowed her to "use her big muscles" a lot in the past weeks.
All to no avail. She has not been able to accomplish this task. It would seem that recently-four-year-old fingers are not swift nor deft enough.
As we returned from outside work to our kitchen, Kiddo1 suddenly screamed, "Mama! A butterfly came to us!" Sure enough, there was a butterfly (yes, I know it's technically a moth) right on our window.
And that night, Kiddo1 prayed, "Thank you God, for the butterfly that came to us."