So today while at a plant store, Moose found this small sprig of pink flowers. He wanted it to keep growing, so we had a small chat about how it won't keep growing because it doesn't have roots anymore, but we can put it in water to keep it alive a little longer. It was a bit more in depth than that, but at some point I must have made the point that it would eventually die.
Fast forward about 2 hours to him already being in bed. The hubs walks past their bedroom door and hears him crying. He goes in there with the intention to be upset because he's not sleeping, only to realize he's crying because his pink flowers are going to die. What do you do with that? Bless his heart, the hubs brought him out to say bye bye to his flowers and give them a hug and kiss. So Moose kissed and hugged his pink flowers, and went back to bed, still pretty emotional. He eventually calmed down and after I got Monkey calmed down and back in her crib, I went over to soothe him a bit. After some hugs and kisses, Moose tells me he wants to have a pink flower that won't die. So I told him that tomorrow we can make him a pink flower that won't die. He was happy with that.
Bless his sweet, tender heart.
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