On the way home tonight, the big boy announced that he wanted to pick some flowers for me. He got himself out of the car - so proud that he can do that by himself now - and ran into the yard. He proceeded to pick every dandelion he could, and he threw in a few unknown tiny purple flowers too. Then he presented them to me. We brought them inside, put them in a vase, and he wanted to put them next to the tulips on the dining room table. (Don't you love it when tulips reach that floppy phase?) I must say, I adore that tiny little dandelion bouquet.