When judging beauty, be generous
Thing 1 always brings his mom flowers. He’s learned (the hard way) that flower gardens are off-limits. So he picks ‘wildflowers’ instead.
For a while I tried to help him distinguish between weeds and true wildflowers. A typical conversation went something like this:
Him: I’ma pick mommy some flowers…
Me: Good call, champ. But that’s a dandelion. It’s a weed.
Him: Looks like a flower to me.
His ‘bouquets’ definitely aren’t FTD. But his mom loves them like crazy.
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