Today my daughter presented me with this cup of carefully planted dandelions (the cup was packed with soil) and, holding her bent arms in close to her body with fists clenched tight, she told me that “the flowers are captivated by the dirt.” Captivated? Oh! She meant captured, held in place…
I put the cup on the table and swooped down to give her a great big hug and kiss. “Thank you, sweetheart! They’re beautiful!”
And, using a surprising new phrase for the third time today, she replied, “No problation, Mummy.”
Oh, would that time could stand still and my daughter stay lovely like this forever!