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The boys love to pick flowers for me. It is such a sweet sentiment!
Yet, we’ve had to have the discussion that they can’t pick flowers from my yard. And you certainly can’t pick flowers from anyone else’s yard. Unfortunately we have had this conversation SEVERAL times.
Then they started picking weeds. You know dandelions, clover and whatever else they could find. I would politely thank them and they’d run outside and play. I thought I would be sneaky and toss them in the garbage expecting them to forget about the little treasures they had so delicately gathered especially for me.
That would work for a little while, but as they got older, they would remember. Hey Mom, where are the flowers I picked for you? Crap! Don’t I feel like an ass?!! They just wanted to show me how important I was to them and I tossed that in the garbage.
A few weeks ago Andy brought in a “flower” he had picked for me. It was a weed with thorns AND the root. I’m not sure how he didn’t hurt himself. As the dirt was being spread across my clean counter and he was all like Mom, you need to get it in water RIGHT NOW so it won’t die.
I delicately said THERE IS NO WAY I’M KEEPING THAT DAMN WEED IN THE HOUSE.
The next morning, bright and early, Andy and I headed off to the grocery store and I let him pick a bunch of flowers for me. BOTH of us were happy!
