Today after lunch Jim was changing Oliver so Charlotte and I played in some nearby grass. There were some weeds/flowers and she was super excited to pick one. She held it up to her nose, sniffed hard, and said:
"mmmm...this flower smells like butterfly milk!"
Now I am not sure what butterfly milk is, but I am sure that this world needs more of it. Wouldn't we all be a little happier with butterfly milk...delivered by unicorns, who come by way of rainbows. I believe so.