My son used to love chasing butterflies. They were the best little critters in the world. It seems that things have changed.
He was doing his math homework after school, and he had an issue making a number nine. He made the circle go the wrong way.
"Dude, check out the nine. It's backwards," I said.
He grimaced as he erased and corrected it. You could still see the lines from his mistake.
"It looks like a stinkin' butterfly," he complained.
Can you believe it? Picking on butterflies. What ever happened to my sweet little boy?