My sweet husband coaxed Baby Boy to help him weed by saying they are picking flowers for mama.
Now when we go for walks, I end up carrying a bunch of flora in various stages of decay. The neighbors, however, love my son the florist for cleaning their yards.
We just went for a walk and I was hardly paying attention at the "flowers" thrust in my direction. Until I felt tickling up my arm.
ANTS!!!!! Hundreds of them (almost) zooming for my face and down my shirt.
So-here is an advance apology for BB's future girlfriends. I think my screams of panic have tainted his flower giving for quite some time to come.