Four-year-old Buddy and I saw this butterfly - a pretty thing. Orange. We talked about how we liked butterflies and whether I liked them. (I do). And whether I liked caterpillars (I don't, they eat my plants). And metamorphosis.
"Caterpillars turn into butterflies," Buddy said.
I was impressed. "That's right!" I said enthusiastically.
He was quiet for a moment. "And after they turn into butterflies, they turn into chickens. And then elephants," he reported with conviction.
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