Nathan and I took made a trip to the local garden center to buy plants for the large backyard project we are working on. I got a cart for Nathan to sit in and he happily observed the surroundings, commented on the pretty flowers ("so pitty" or "I touch") and sang some of his favorite songs ("The wheels on the bus" and "Bringing home a baby bumblebee")
After picking out flowers and roaming around the area for about a half hour, Nathan looks at me and announces firmly "I done!"
I laughed and said "Are we done looking at flowers?"
He replied with his standard "un-huh!"
So I drove to a section and picked up a plant that I wanted to examine and Nathan then explains "No more fowers, Mommy! I done!"
So I figured it was time for me to wrap things up and pay for my wares. The good news: my bill was much smaller because I didn't browse any longer and find any other plants I liked. The bad news: I am pretty sure I have a strongly opinionated young man!
