Babess had picked some pretty pink geraniums from the garden this morning. She had been carrying them around for quite a while, so they were starting to look a bit wilted, then she asked me to hold them for her.
“Shall I put them in water for you?” I asked.
“No!,” she took them back from me, lest I wet them. “They’re for my wedding.”
“Your wedding? Are you getting married?”
“Not yet!” she laughed. Silly mama.
“Oh, when then?”
“When I’m big!” Honestly, the strange ideas you mothers have some times.
“Sweetie, I don’t know whether they’ll last that long…”
She frowned at them, then shrugged and offered them to me. “Actually, they are for you.”
Accepting her rejected goods with a smile, I put them in water.
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