I have a confession to make. I killed a butterfly. Six months ago. It was on the way to Oleno State Park. It flew it front of my car and went splat. I gasped and mumbled, “Oh no! I killed a butterfly.” and that is the day I started my long journey down life’s lesson of “watch what you say in front of your kids” cause that day has lived in infamy in little Violet’s brain and will pop up when I least expect it.
Today to the librarian who checked our books. “Mommy killed a butterfly.”
To the cashier at Publix. “Mommy killed a butterfly.”
To the guy who was removing the empty carts in the parking lot of Wal-mart. “Mommy killed a butterfly.” He looked at me and said, “I spent six months in Starke for check fraud but I’ve never done something so heinous as killing a butterfly.”
Speaking of Wal-mart, I even broke down today and bought her the much desired Barbie and the Potty Training Puppies (Will it go #1 or #2?) to get her mind off my atrocities. It didn’t work and I’m stuck with Barbie and the crapping puppies. Me to Violet, “Go put your glass in the sink.” “You’re mean, mommy! You killed a butterfly. You go put in it in the sink yourself,” in her sweet little just turned 3 voice.
And apparently my transgressions have gotten worse since the original incident back in July as the ex has informed me, “So, Violet says that not only do you kill butterflies but apparently you killed a dolphin too.” HUH? and I would just like to mention that I was not present when Sprinkles the mouse lost her eye or when Princess the gerbil #1, #2, or #3 met their demise should you be looking at me with suspicious eyes.