Mike and the boys are outside mowing our yard right now. A few minutes ago I was scrubbing the boys bathtub and was up to my elbows in suds when I heard the door chime (meaning someone had come inside). I heard small footsteps running my way and heard Brody calling, "Mommy?!"
"In your bathroom!" I shouted back (hoping he wasn't needing my help...I really wanted to finish scrubbing the bathtub...my least favorite of all the household chores).
"This is for you, pretty girl!" he exclaimed as he held out a single petal from one of the flower bushes from our front yard. "Isn't it pretty? Just like you?!" Then he gave me a kiss and ran back outside to "help" Daddy mow.
My heart was a puddle on the floor of the bathroom! Not only did he pick a flower for me, but he called me "pretty girl"! I love that boy!
3 comments:
This is the stuff that makes me love having a little boy!
His daddy has taught him well!
:) SO sweet!
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