At the mall today we went inside of a butterfly house. Mary loved the little insects and was amazed at every turn. She giggled when they climbed on her fingers. She squealed when they opened their wings. Emma was pleased to see the creatures, until one started climbing up her arm. The higher up her arm it got, the more nervous she became. This one made it up to her chest when I asked her to smile. This look was stuck on her face until the delicate thing took off.
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