There can be no doubt; spring has definitely sprung in my neighborhood. The cherry blossoms (as well as my allergies) are in full bloom. The song birds are happily chirping, and all of our daffodils are open. I'm sure the report being finished has something to do with my sudden appreciation of the beautiful weather!
Before going to school
yesterday morning, Robby asked if he could pick some daffodils to give
to his teacher. "After all, Momom, those flowers are yellow and yellow
is my favorite color. I think that they will make Miss Lauren smile."
How could I say no to that sweet request. We stopped the car and picked a
handful of springtime happiness to share.
Clutching his little
bouquet, Robby was so proud entering the school. Miss Lauren, who
obviously saw him carrying the flowers, did a fantastic job of feigning
surprise when Robby finally presented them to her. After gushing about
how nice it was for him to think of her and how beautiful the flowers
will look in the classroom, she asked Robby a simple and benign
question: Did you pick the flowers in your garden?
I was hoping
that Robby would simply say yes to avoid the need for explanation. You
see, we didn't exactly pick the flowers from our yard. We plucked them
from the woods belonging to the "Old Lady." I didn't want to take the
flowers from our yard because they looked so pretty. I justified sharing
the flowers grown in the Old Lady's yard because she isn't home (she's
been moved into a nursing home in New York) and they were just going to
whither away without being enjoyed.
I should be proud that
Robby opted for honesty in his response, but I wish he would have just
said yes. Instead he replied by saying, "No. We picked them from the Old
Lady's yard. It's okay though, she won't call the cops on us this time
because she wasn't home."
His teacher seemed a little taken aback by his response, and I was left dumbfounded, able only to
feign a smile. Trying to explain the history of the police complaints
against us by a woman with dementia, as well as my reasoning behind
taking her flowers instead of ours, seemed like a lost cause. So much
for a nice gesture!