the little boy ran across the lawn with a handful of dandelions. he ran toward his mom who stood there, radiant; her blond hair caught the sunlight and the powder blue sundress danced around her limbs.

"i picked you some flowers," he said.

"thank you," she smiled. "they're beautiful."

"bee yoo tee full," he repeated, and ran off to pick some more.

as she watched him go, she thought how glad she was that she'd forgotten to pull the weeds.