Gulliver loves butterflies. He says "Fa-fly!"
Moths must be a November thing because they seem to be all over the place right now. And they wait by our door and fly into our house when we go home. And every time Gulliver sees them, he points and says, "Fa-fly!"
So last night we were sitting around and Murray spotted a moth on our ceiling. He grabbed the fly swatter, went over to the moth, and THWAP! killed it.
Gulliver saw the whole thing and upon the deathly blow he said, "Ohhhhh!"
To which I replied, "Ohhhhhh! THAT's what we do to B-U-T-T-E-R-F-L-I-E-S!"
We're at least TRYING to preserve his innocence.