Yesterday Zack picked some flowers for me from the backyard. When we went inside, he told me that he wanted to put them in a vase with water. I was doing something else at the time and couldn't get him a vase right away, but told him that I'd get to it in a minute. This was apparently too long for him because the next thing I know, he's indignently punching both fists down by his side, and stomping into the living room while saying "Fine. I'LL take care of it".
I kid you not. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing.
And he did take care of it. He got out the four vases you see in the pictures (I didn't know he knew where they were), filled them with water, arranged the flowers in the vases, and arranged the vases on the table.
It looks lovely.
2 comments:
That's our boy! What kind of flowers?
They were some weeds with little purple flowers. But they were from my boy, so they are lovely.
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