“What are you drawing today, sweetie?” I asked, taking a quiet sip of warm tea from my mug.

“Look, Mommy, this butterfly has big green wings, and it can fly anywhere it wants,” she said, holding the paper up high.

The wings were filled in with thick, bright green strokes that lit up the whole page.

She slipped off her wooden chair and walked over the linoleum to the front of the white refrigerator.

She stretched up on her tiptoes, holding her new drawing flat against the shiny white metal door.

I handed her a round silver magnet from the counter, and she pressed it down hard over the top corner of the paper.

The green butterfly drawing stayed put on the refrigerator door, catching the morning sun as it filled our quiet kitchen.