Saturday, April 14, 2012

Harper's literal life.

Harper: Mother (that's what she's been calling me since we got a fresh copy of her favorite scratch and sniff book, Little Bunny Follows His Nose. it gets a laugh. she persists.), I want to pick a bouquet (thank you, Fancy Nancy).

Me: Ok. Front yard or back?

Harper: Both!

((frenzied running about. choosing of azalea sprigs. occasional falling. whining. laughing. bee spotting. multiple "unexpected" presentations of flowers: "Close yo eyess, Momma. Supwise!! Ok. Now you do it. I cwose my eyes."))

Me: Harp, that is an excellent bouquet. Let's take your picture with it!

Harper: (always game for a photo. always.) Ohhhhkaaaay!!

Me: Ok. Hold your flowers up!

3 comments:

  1. Oh, that sweet, precious girl! I love her! Wish I was with y'all out in the yard picking flowers. BTW, what's growing in your neighbors yard? You know I am very fond of picking whatever I see!

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  2. Haha! She scoffs at the Statue of Liberty's use of fire... Flowers are def the way to go.

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  3. Haha! She scoffs at the Statue of Liberty's use of fire... Flowers are def the way to go.

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