The Case of the Fraudulent Flowers
Last week as Brian walked the boys to the car after school, Little M made a request.
“Let’s go get Mommy some flowers.”
Brian was surprised, and having bought me a bouquet just the week before, knew I’d like him to save the money and just go home. But Little M couldn’t be dissuaded.
“No, Mommy needs flowers. We go get Mommy flowers!”
Realizing the level of his passion and the sweetness of it all, Brian decided that a small bouquet wouldn’t break the bank. He melted a little and told Little M that, yes they would go to the store and get Mommy some flowers. Little M settled into his car seat and a huge grin spread across his face.
“Yay! We go to the store and get Mommy flowers and me a cookie!”
Because the floral department is right next to the bakery where they hand out cookies to the good boys and girls. It was at the moment that Brian knew he’d been bamboozled by a four year old.
At least I got some pretty flowers out of the deal.