Choclo burst into the kitchen as I was making dinner. "Mom! Mom! There are... there are... in the yard, there are...
flitterbutters!" He tugged on my hand, urgently.
How important is dinner compared to seeing flitterbutters? I went outside with him and he showed me:

Flitterbutters!
"They're all...buttery."
Hard to argue with that!
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