My little ones found a moth in their bedroom this morning. It had clearly seen better days and was missing a leg.
I gently scooped it onto a piece of card and said, 'I wonder what he's doing inside.'
My little girl immediately said, 'Perhaps he came back to look for his leg.'
Bless the little ones. I was ordered to put him gently on the window outside so he could find his way home.
This is where little white lies come in handy as a parent.
Unfortunately a puff of wind swept him off the ledge and blew him into the garden many feet below.
Seeing their shocked little faces I found myself saying, 'Oh he must have spotted his leg and flew down to get it.'