"Mommy, Mommy, I picked a flower."

I stifled a groan (barely) as I realize Catie just picked the
only flower currently blooming in our yard (besides dandelions.)
"Oh, sissy," I say, "that's beautiful, but Mommy doesn't really want you to pick her flowers. But, since you already did, let's take some pictures."


You can't put them back once you've picked them. One more life lesson (hopefully) learned.
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