This weekend, in a field near Casa de Awareness:
“Mommy, here is a flower for you! Â I picked this for you!”
“Thank you honey, that’s beautiful. Â This flower is a clover flower. Â l like clover flowers. Â And so do bees – bees like clover.”
“Why do the bees like clover?”
“Well, because clover makes a sweet juice that the bees like to eat. Â Bees eat the clover juice.”
“Mom. Â You mean NECTAR. Â Bees eat NECTAR.”
I stand corrected.
Now my son, let me explain to you the finer points of recessive inheritance…
April 27th, 2009 at 8:48 am
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Michael picks me flowers. It is adorable.
The rest of this I did not understand.
sweet!
The day will come when he will be able to spray more jargon than you. It comes to us all.
Will
http://willstuff.wordpress.com
I miss when Bear was not as tall as me and would look up at me all serious and begin a sentence with “Well, actually . . . ” and then correct me on something. So cute! The hardest part for me was not smiling or laughing and making him think I was lauging at him. Because it wasn’t funny like that, it was pure joy.