Nora came to me this hot, humid afternoon with a tiny white weed flower in her hand. She smiled sweetly and said, "Fwower for mommy." I took it from her and hugged her sweat soaked little body. Then she toddled off into the yard. All of a sudden she stopped and turned completely around. She was wagging her tiny index finger like a pro. She looked right at me and screamed in the most clear and perfect voice, "DON'T EAT IT!"
Love that!!
ReplyDeleteShe makes me smile!
ReplyDeletethere is a reason the Lord gave her to me last...she keeps me busy...laughing, too
ReplyDeleteIced tea just came out my nose!!
ReplyDeleteso, do you normally eat the flowers, ran?
ReplyDeleteonly if they are dipped in chocolate...
ReplyDeleteI don't know where that came from, but I laughed and laughed and was glad I had a pantiliner in!