After a particularly long and tiring day, B took little M on a much anticipated outing to the park. I stayed home and made dinner without interruption. Upon their return, B carried a beaming, rosy-cheeked M into the house. M stretched his hands out to me and stated with pride, "Fwowers, Mommy!"
He gave me these:
I think I'll keep them forever.
According to B, all damaged "flowers" were tossed aside as M perused and inspected the fallen pine cones beneath a large tree at the park. With each toss he announced "It's bwoken." He chose only the most perfect 2 for taking to Mommy. They are now nestled among the pumpkins displayed in my living room. Later I'll attach ribbon and hang them on my Christmas tree.
1 comment:
How sweet!
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