Thursday, April 5, 2012

Picking Flowers for Mamma

And rocks, twigs, pinecones and all manner of park fodder.  Delivered with the utmost urgency and upon passing it to my hands, dare I say - solemnity.   




Finally, she begins to doubt my commitment to the cause.  She feels my enthusiasm begin to wane after the twentieth handful of pebbles, and she is not pleased.



1 comment:

  1. Come on! Don't you just want to be friends with her? She looks like she has so much fun! That picture with her arms up is fantastic!

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