Taking advantage of the last sunny days, I took the girls on a walk to our neighborhood duck pond.


On the walk Ella discovered a fuzzy caterpillar that was black and orange. Claire was intrigued as well. First she tried to touch it, but I dissuaded her.

Then she stood up and stomped on it. When she did, it's guts shot out of it in a yellow line of sticky mucus. This confused and bothered Ella, who knew the caterpillar had sustained an injury, but was not sure if the wound was mortal. At first I owned up and answered the questions truthfully, trying to help her see death as part of life. But when she began connecting the dots as to who was responsible for the tragedy, I wavered and started backtracking, saying the caterpillar was going to be ok. Since Ella desperately wanted to believe the lie, it was an easy sell. So much for the circle of life.

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