This morning, I spent some time reading outside while Zeke played. After a little while, he pulled his little lawn chair over to mine and sat down.
Zeke: "Hi Mom."
Me (remembering I'm fun, and closing my book): Hi Zekie. What would you like to talk about?
Zeke: Flowers.
Me: Oh. Do you like flowers?
Zeke: Yes. Pretty.
Me: Which flowers do you like?
Zeke (pointing): Those flowers. Pick flowers!
He ran off and found a clover.
Zeke (sniffing): Smell flower.
He offered me a flower, and I dutifully smelled it. And it smelled good!
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I NEED to see him. So far I haven't found a cheap ticket, but I'm not giving up.
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