The boys are out back... I'm preparing dinner (ok..well, it's on the counter WAITING to be prepared) and Drew comes busting through the back door to tell me that he picked flowers for me. Apparently, we have a few lovely yellow weeds, I mean dandilions, in our back yard. I do, however, love that he's finding the art of picking flowers for mommy finally... and so in he comes... bolting through the door....flowers in hand... runs to me...
"MOOOOOOOOM, I picked fowers fo you"
he hands them to me so proud of himself...
I say, "Oh thank you so much that's so sweet!"
And he replies, "we picked them in dog poop."
:) Oh yes... as I'm holding them in my hand... does the cliche still count? LOL
4 comments:
ROFLMBO!!! Oh my...too cute!! And I love how you got a photo of this!
Ok...I'm trying to type through my laughter!!!!! April, love that you included a picture of the "fower" and the story that goes along with it is classic! A poopy week...can't beat it. Remember, it really is the thought that counts. I think!!! Thanks for the good laugh this morning!
O such a cute little flower!!
tHAT is so sweet!!
bwhahahahahaahahahahahahahaahahhahahahaahahahahahahaha
girl i am in tears...that is classic...and will make one helluva scrap page....
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