Lesley recently had to surrender a tea rose bush to an eager young lad which prompted this little trip down memory lane:

One day, I was working in the yard and saw in the corner of my eye the little boy next door (also four at the time) walk across my driveway toward my front yard. A minute later, I saw him walking back with a bunch of pink tulips in his hand. As I went after him, I noted the lack of pink where my tulips used to be.

“Jan Bailey, where’d you get those flowers?”
“I picked these for my mommy!”
“Oh, okay. Well, you picked those from my yard, so those are my flowers. You’re not supposed to pick flowers from other people’s yards.”
“These are for my mommy!”
“Oh, okay.”

Altogether now, “Awww!”