This might be one reason James and I have no children.
We are at the Farmers’ Market at the Capitol Square and this very sweet little girl asks those passing by “Please buy some of my flowers.”
We take about four more steps away from her soft voice and I turn and walk back. “Which one do you want?” she asks.
“Any bouquet with some yellow blooms,” I say. She picks out one and wraps the ends in a plastic bag.
Truth is had she wanted to sell me the whole lot that was left I would be out buying flower vases right now.