Last weekend, I did a stage show. As usual, I started off with my butterfly trick, in which two butterflies magically appear flying around me, and for a finale, they multiply into a couple hundred. In the end, they all float to the floor and the audience discovers they’ve transformed into paper butterflies.
Later in the show, I noticed that 5-year-old Ethan had one of the red butterflies in his hand.
“These butterflies are magical,” I told told him and the audience. “If you put a butterfly under your pillow tonight, in the morning, there’ll be a one-dollar bill.”
I winked at his Dad and the audience got a good laugh out of it.
My biggest surprise came after the show, when Ethan was saying goodbye to me. In his hands, I noticed, were 40 or 50 paper butterflies. His smile was wider than the Mississippi as he said: “I’m rich!”