Two weeks ago, we bought Brynn pink roses for her first dance recital. She was quite proud of them so when we got home I put them in a vase and placed them in her room so that she would be able to see them.
Last night we had gotten the kids all snuggled in bed and Dan and I were downstairs enjoying a few minutes of blissful quiet before we started the never ending house cleaning. All of the sudden we hear Brynn at the top of the steps sobbing. We ask her what is wrong and she tell us that her flowers are dead. Dan and I explain that is what happens with flowers and that it is no big deal. She continues to sob. Dan then tells her that he will buy her more flowers and she sobs and says "but it won't be the same, these were roses." Sigh...good-bye blissful quiet. At this point Dan goes back upstairs to comfort her and explains that we can buy more roses and she can even pick them out. He gets her settled into her bed again and comes back upstairs.
About 15 minutes later, I am in my bedroom and Brynn comes into my room with tears streaming down her face. "Mama", she says, "Can you please come take my roses out of my room because every time I turn-over and see them, I just cry again and I'm afraid I will just cry all night." I take her back to her room and remove the offending roses.
Hope Danny remembers to stop and get more flowers today! Every Oscar worthy performance deserves them...
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| Brynn and "the roses" |
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