We were outside playing today and the boy discovered a patch of dandelions. He loves dandelions, and thinks that they are beautiful. Every time he sees them he says how lovely they are and picks some as a 'present' for me. This means that we now have a pot of sunny dandelions in the house. They may be called a weed, but when the boy picks them for me, I'll pretend they're really flowers.
|The boy thought I would love these beautiful 'flowers'|