Mabel was telling me about a story she’s writing as a school assignment, in which a girl raises caterpillars and then lets them go, but returns the next year to find them bigger, and with baby caterpillars.
I said, “So they don’t ever become butterflies?”
Mabel smacked her forehead. “OH YEAH! Oh. I’m going to have to change my story. I’m so glad you asked me that before I turned it in tomorrow. That would have been so embarrassing.”
“I actually wondered about it the other day when you first told me, but when I thought of it you’d already left the room and I forgot to say anything later. I guess it’s been a while since you studied the life cycles of bugs.”
“The funny thing is I’ve told lots of the kids in my class about my story idea–and Grandpa, too–and you’re the only one that said anything about caterpillars not having baby caterpillars.”