Butterflies

For some reason (I'm guessing a combination of the extra hot summer and the significant increase in stinky diapers in our house...plus the fact that it takes John quite a long time to get out the door) we have a rather large and annoying fly population in our house this summer. I know...gross! Anyway, the only two bug names John knows are ants and butterflies. We've tried to teach him more, but he puts them all in one of the two categories. So, when the flies are buzzing around the kitchen, John keeps pointing to them and saying "butterfly". What a positive outlook on life! Until, of course, he's chasing them around with the fly swatter saying "where butterfly go?". If he ever has to see a therapist, I feel sure that his parents' murderous rampage against the butterflies will be a topic of discussion.