So we go through the whole kerfuffle of getting our tickets, hanging up pour coats and standing in line – finally we enter the butterflies domain. After a few minutes of taking everything in I turn to Jeremy, who is practically glued to my back, and say:
Isn’t it just magical? Dreamy sigh.
He just looks around suspiciously and responds ‘I don’t think I like it here.’
A HUGE butterfly floats nearby and he grabs onto me.
I think I feel them crawling on me….
Though he did loosen up enough to enjoy himself (I think) it was not the wondrous experience I thought it would be and I don’t think I’ll be able to get him back in there anytime soon, if ever.