Flutterbies

Today was my now annual field trip to the Butterfly Pavilion with the kids. We had a great time... held a tarantula named Rosie, no kids got lost, and I only screamed and ducked once when a butterfly buzzed my head.

Have I mentioned before the butterflies freak me out? Butterflies, moths, tiny birds... if it is smallish and flaps wings, it scares me.

The best part of the trip? Chris came to be a volunteer. The kids could hardly contain their excitement when they heard he was coming, and when they saw him ride up on his bike, they screamed with glee. I gave him some of my "characters" and I'm sure he learned a few things from them on the trip. As he rode off to go back to work, they were worried about him. "Is there a sidewalk where he's going?" "Is he going to fall off?" "Does he go too fast?" "Is he going to be ok?" "Why is his bike orange?" One girl asked "Do you like to ride your bike with him?" and when I said "yes" she said "No wonder you like to ride your bike with him". Haha. They all love him. He missed his calling when he chose not to get a degree to teach the little ones. To them, he is the coolest person they have ever met. He's so good with them. He's a kid at heart and they definetely sense that. They missed him when he left and talked about him the rest of the day. Now, for the next month, I'll have to hear "Can Mr. Plesko come to the zoo with us? PLEEEEEEASE?" I'm considering having the kids write a petition to Ball to let him off work for the day to come to the zoo with us in April.

Anyway, another year of surviving the flutterby pavilion.

Thanks for coming Chris!