I was sitting on the balcony with my usual caramel-soy-latte clenched in my newly awakened hands, when my neighbour's grand-daughter and her friend struck up a conversation within earshot.
I will never look at moths the same way again... thanks to two 7-year-olds:
Girl 1: Oh look, I've caught a butterfly!
Girl 2: That's not a butterfly, that's a moth silly.
G1: Um... are you sure?
G2: Yes, that's a moth.
G1: How can you tell?
G2: Butterflies are beautiful and colourful. They are happy and fly around being pretty all day. They love flowers and are really nice.
G1: Oh, so this brown thing is not a butterfly?
G2: No, moths are dark and yucky. They don't do anything and nobody likes then much... kind of like Emos.
G1: Ohhhhhhh... okay, I get it now. I'll just step on it then, okay?
G2: Okay...
I had to sneak inside so they didn't see me with my latte running out of my nose...
