A few weeks later we were on a walk and passed by the local flower store, Flowerville. It is about a two minute walk from our house (and that's if you're walking slow) so she sees it every day. But I figured since we were on a walk and I wasn't quite ready to go home and face the madness there, we'd stop by the flower shop and let Megan meet a real florist.
He showed us around the shop, showed the kids his favorite flower (an orchid), let the kids ask questions, and in the end, gave the kids each a carnation. I even have a post in October if you care to go back and look at those pictures. Then he invited Megan to come back and help him make a bouquet.
She has not stopped talking about that since. Every time we drive past the flower shop, so like, five times a day, she says, "Mom! When do I get to go to the flower store and make a bouquet?"
So I finally called the guy on his offer back in December, thinking it would be a fun thing for her to do for her birthday. They were too busy and said to call back after Christmas. So I did. And here she is. . . .
We put the flowers on the table for dinner, but so I can enjoy them, I mean, to keep them out of Emma's reach, the vase is now above the kitchen sink.