I feel like I'm coming down with a new version of the crud. I'm pretty sure it's not the bird flu. I'm thinking it's just spring fever that's got my nose itching and running and my throat itchy and coughing. Yuck.
So, as I lay on the couch trying to nap, Benjy surprises me with these. "I picked these for you, Mom. They're from the backyard. They're from ALL THE BACKYARD." Translation: I picked every daffodil I could find in the backyard for you, Mom, because I love you and I'm just so cute."
I love you, too, Benjy.
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