As Sam is playing in the grass, he comes up to me with a torn bit of leaf in his hands. He hands it to me and says, “Here Mom, I got you a flower.”
“Thank you, Sam. You’re a very sweet boy.”
“No, I’m Mom.”
The thoughts are crunchier here.
As Sam is playing in the grass, he comes up to me with a torn bit of leaf in his hands. He hands it to me and says, “Here Mom, I got you a flower.”
“Thank you, Sam. You’re a very sweet boy.”
“No, I’m Mom.”