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My son does the sweetest thing. Lately whenever he goes for a bike ride with my husband, he will come home with a flower. As soon as he returns home, he jumps off his bike, bolts for the house yelling my name. Then, with his face beaming with pride, he hands me the flower he picked.
"I picked this flower for you! Do you like it?"
Do I like it? Are you serious? This one tiny gesture reminds me that the terrible three's aren't all terrible. Its maybe 85/15 now. ;)
I don't like it. I love it! I live for it!
I asked my husband if he put him up to this. He told me he had nothing to do with it. That makes it all the sweeter.
I will never look at a dandelion or a white clover flower the same again.