Stories From My Childhood: Butterflies

There was this time when I was about 3 or 4 when my family went to church with relatives. Since I was in an unfamiliar place, I wanted to stay with my mom instead of going to Primary class (the kid class). My mom introduced me to the teacher and she said that we would be making butterflies. Still reluctant, I decided it would be okay to go to class because the promise of butter flies intrigued me. I went to class, behaved well and patiently waited to make butter flies. After class, my mom asked how it went. I told her it was okay, but that we never made butter flies - just these dumb paper things attached to straws that you wave around to pretend they are flying. My mom smiled and told me that the craft we made WAS the butterflies. I told her she was wrong. Butter flies are flies you dip in butter. For some reason, I assumed we would be taking dead fly bodies (or at least fake plastic flies from the dollar store or something) and would be dipping them in a tub of butter. I was so disappointed when I found out that I was wrong. Why a little girl wanted to dip dead flies in butter instead of making a cute little craft, I'll never know. But leave it to literal Angela to think a butterfly is really a butter fly.