"For what?" she asked.
"I just need them!" he answered. His sister wandered inside and retrieved the scissors for him, pulling the door shut behind her.
A few minutes later, the door creaked open again.
"Mommy," Caleb yelled again, "will you get me a cup?"
"What do you need it for?" I asked.
"I just need it!" he answered. He met me in the kitchen and I handed him a cup.
My eldest son busied himself at the counter while I pretended not to notice.
"Mommy!" he yelled once more, this time right in front of me. "I made you a bouquet."
I'm pretty sure he wiped out my rose bushes to make it. And I'm pretty sure this is perhaps the most beautiful bouquet I've ever seen.
Have I mentioned how much I love having three sons among my little flock of children?
Their dad has a little reminder taped up in our bathroom:
"Look in the mirror often -- the man you see is the man your sons will become." |