So Cameron has nature week at school this week. For Show & Tell today, they were supposed to bring something from nature.
After dinner, we all go out back looking for some cool "knock your preschool socks off" item that Cameron can take. We grab cool sticks, flowers off of our FLOWER plants (this will be important in a minute) and some limestone rocks.... no.
Cameron will have none of that.
I finally give up (read: 2 minutes) and go back in to finish cleaning the kitchen. A couple of minutres later, Cameron comes in with a WEED FLOWER. Very excited. I do a quick play of "oh, how cool is that, but are you sure you don't want that REALLY cool FLOWER off of our plant?"
Nope. Of course not. I'm envisioning all of the preschool whispering about the Keller's yard of weeds.
I know. Still....
So I sigh, and tell him great, and go back to washing dishes. Not thinking about the "flower" again, assuming Brent was handling the care of prep of the precious item from nature.
Fast forward to this morning in the car pool line.
"Oh Cameron! I totally forgot! Did you and Daddy put your "flower" in your bag?"
"yes."
I go looking in his bag, expecting to find a plastic baggie, with a small little weed flower tucked neatly inside in a wet paper towel.
Nope. No flower.
"Cameron, it's not in here"
"Yes, Mommy I put in there."
I go to look again. And there it is. At the bottom of his bag, under his snack and his papers, this shriveled, wrinkled, barely can tell what it is little excuse for a flower. My embarrassment heightens for my son, as I imagine him standing in front of the class, proud as all can be of his weed....
I hold his "flower" up- although I say "up" but that was just my hand, since the wrinkled little thing just sagged sadly over my thumb.
Just so you know, I was trying really hard not to laugh at this moment.
Cameron looked at his 'flower' in disgust, "What happened to it?!?!"
"Well, honey, it kind of.... died."
"It's not pretty like it was"
"No....it's not." "BUT you can tell all your friends about how pretty it once was, and all the fun you have playing in the backyard all around it, right??" (still trying not to pee on myself)
*sigh* "I guess....."
Cameron takes the 'flower' from me, rolls down his window (at which point I think he's going to fling his sad flower out, forcing me to run from the car in the middle of the line, trying to find some nature item on the playground) and sticks the flower out the window.
"What are you doing?"
(In a very bored voice) "I'm trying to let my flower get sunshine, so God can bring it back alive"
Really. I was laughing so hard. It was so cute, so funny, and I'm if you've made it this far, it's not nearly as funny as it was to me, but it was a lesson:
Another kid in the class brought dirt. What was I worried about a dead weed for?
After dinner, we all go out back looking for some cool "knock your preschool socks off" item that Cameron can take. We grab cool sticks, flowers off of our FLOWER plants (this will be important in a minute) and some limestone rocks.... no.
Cameron will have none of that.
I finally give up (read: 2 minutes) and go back in to finish cleaning the kitchen. A couple of minutres later, Cameron comes in with a WEED FLOWER. Very excited. I do a quick play of "oh, how cool is that, but are you sure you don't want that REALLY cool FLOWER off of our plant?"
Nope. Of course not. I'm envisioning all of the preschool whispering about the Keller's yard of weeds.
I know. Still....
So I sigh, and tell him great, and go back to washing dishes. Not thinking about the "flower" again, assuming Brent was handling the care of prep of the precious item from nature.
Fast forward to this morning in the car pool line.
"Oh Cameron! I totally forgot! Did you and Daddy put your "flower" in your bag?"
"yes."
I go looking in his bag, expecting to find a plastic baggie, with a small little weed flower tucked neatly inside in a wet paper towel.
Nope. No flower.
"Cameron, it's not in here"
"Yes, Mommy I put in there."
I go to look again. And there it is. At the bottom of his bag, under his snack and his papers, this shriveled, wrinkled, barely can tell what it is little excuse for a flower. My embarrassment heightens for my son, as I imagine him standing in front of the class, proud as all can be of his weed....
I hold his "flower" up- although I say "up" but that was just my hand, since the wrinkled little thing just sagged sadly over my thumb.
Just so you know, I was trying really hard not to laugh at this moment.
Cameron looked at his 'flower' in disgust, "What happened to it?!?!"
"Well, honey, it kind of.... died."
"It's not pretty like it was"
"No....it's not." "BUT you can tell all your friends about how pretty it once was, and all the fun you have playing in the backyard all around it, right??" (still trying not to pee on myself)
*sigh* "I guess....."
Cameron takes the 'flower' from me, rolls down his window (at which point I think he's going to fling his sad flower out, forcing me to run from the car in the middle of the line, trying to find some nature item on the playground) and sticks the flower out the window.
"What are you doing?"
(In a very bored voice) "I'm trying to let my flower get sunshine, so God can bring it back alive"
Really. I was laughing so hard. It was so cute, so funny, and I'm if you've made it this far, it's not nearly as funny as it was to me, but it was a lesson:
Another kid in the class brought dirt. What was I worried about a dead weed for?
Here's our fabulous flower, in all its glory. I took a scale picture, so you could see:
7 comments:
Awww that's so cute. Funny as hell too!
how sweet. i think it's beeeutiful! ;o)
Very pretty flower. And I love how you tell a story. Made my afternoon :)
Carrie
Great story...Cameron is just precious!!
OMG!!! What an adorable story!!!
So cute!!!
those are the same 'flowers' I recieved as special gifts from my kids when they were small..I have them saved in waxed paper pressed in a book somewhere! such a sweet story!
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