“Mama – Flowr”
In the front yard the other day, I looked around and saw all of our dandelions. They are all. over. the front yard. My husband has been complaining about it for the 3 years we have lived here. He has tried everything, he used an aerator, countless weed killers; some stuff you spray, some you spread. My two year old, Z, out of nowhere, starts pulling them up and offering them to me as a gift. Yelling “Mama-Flowr”, he had handfuls of the weeds and kept giving me the flowers he had picked. How great it would be to look at the world with a little bit of innocence, Z had no idea they were weeds; to him, he was picking his mama some “flowr”s.