This evening as I was cleaning up the kitchen, Bryce bounded into the kitchen. He'd brought me a lovely teeny-tiny daisy and said, "I picked this for you Mommy!" A first--and I was super smiley about it, immediately adding it to a bud vase of salvaged geraniums blooms (yesterday some potted plants were karate chopped).
No doubt seeing my positive reaction, Deacon felt moved to bestow a gift, and so in no time he'd brought me a gift too: a brimming bucket full of water with the words, "I get it for you Mommy!"
Awwww. That is the sweetest!
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