Frankie is awesomely brave. We went the butterfly pavillion in Denver over the weekend, and she got a chance to hold a tarantula (named Rosie) in the palm of her hand. She liked it so much that she went back a second time at the end of the day.
Really, she seemed completely nonplussed by the actual butterfly pavillion. There were beautiful butterflies *everywhere*, but all she wanted to do was get back to Rosie. She also got a chance to touch a starfish, a sea urchin, and a horseshoe crab. The yuckier, the better.
I have to admit that I really like that Frankie's not a typical "girly girl." I mean sure, she still likes sparkly things and rainbows as much as the next girl, but she also loves to climb trees and cuddle with spiders. Her favorite animal is a worm.
I'm digging the tomboy in her.
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I have always liked little girls that were comfortable with the rough and creepy parts of the world as well as the soft and cuddly. Grandma is very pleased.
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