"Mom?"
"Yes, love?"
"Do you think butterflies are shy?"
Her little 4-and-a-half year old voice questioned from the back of the car. We were only a few minutes into our thirty minute drive to preschool. I'm not sure where her thought came from; butterflies on a cold March morning. But there it was, and I wondered where she was going with it.
"I don't know, sweetie. What do you think?"
"I think they are."
"Why is that?"
"Whenever people get close to them, they flutter away."
Even now, over two hours after the conversation, I can't stop thinking about her last words.
