flowers

I don't like to write about it much here, but as some of you know, my middle child...well, he can be quite a handful.

But then he'll do something like what he did yesterday: beg his dad drive him to Trader Joe's while I'm at yoga, so he can take his own money and buy me flowers.

No kidding.

Then sidle over at various moments for the rest of the day and give me a hug and whisper, "Mommy, are you thinking about the flowers?"

Yes, R. I'm thinking about the flowers.