Usually, when I think of flower pickers, I think of little girls and center fielders. Here, I find that the Kid and his friends get just as excited when they see wild flowers to pick. They love 'em. Each day, a new set gets put in a cup with water, and by dinner, they're all wilted and dead. But he loves them.
Today, as we walked back from school, he took me on a detour for a reason I didn't understand. He kept saying he had to get the flowers. I thought there are plenty of flowers the normal way, but what the heck. Apparently, they had gone on an afternoon outing to the soccer field and he had picked flowers along the way. Knowing he couldn't bring them to school, he stashed them along the road for retrieval later. I should have guessed something because he is a huge dawdler usually but today I could barely keep up. It was a nice change of pace.(So, I tried not to make a pun, but it just so happens that saying works best, forgive me.)
After school, I answered the door and two of the neighbor kids and their mom had baked cookies. They were caring a tin around offering them to people. I picked a horse out for the Kid and gave it to him after dinner as a surprise, he seemed to enjoy it.
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