Monday, February 8, 2010

8-year-old sons and flowers.

I wish every mom had an 8-year-old son.
That way you too could recieve a
beautiful hand-picked flower.

How lucky can I get?
Quinn asked, "Where's the flower I picked for you last week?"
"Well," I said "It didn't live very long.. . ."
"If we put this one in dirt, will it live longer?"
Ah, the irony.

2 comments:

What the Hale's?! said...

Oh, that is really cute!

Lauri said...

So sweet! 8 year old boys are the BEST. I loved my boys so much at that age and I have been the wolf den leader twice and love love that age of boys. Once they turn 9 you can have them though. Ew.