Just when I start to get a little worried that maybe Caroline was switched at birth due to her incredible propensity for all things science and bug related, she does something to reassure me that she is, indeed, my daughter.
Yesterday, we made a trip to Target because we needed to stock up on Easter supplies. Specifically, we needed three dozen plastic eggs and candy with which to fill them. Because nothing says “Hallelujah, our Lord has risen!” like some gummy lifesavers in the shape of eggs and bunnies.
We loaded our cart with eggs, candy, and a new Easter basket. Then, I wanted to go to the outdoor section to look for some new pots for the back porch, even though I know P is going to tell me that our back porch has too much shade and there is no way that pots filled with brightly colored flowers will bloom and thrive.
I’m up for the challenge.
I want flowers on our back porch, if only to distract from the dog hair and all the faded Little Tykes toys.
A girl needs a dream and my dream involves beautiful pots filled with hot pink petunias. (And P, I know you’re reading this and thinking that those petunias will be dead in a week and I also know you’re thinking that we have some perfectly good clay pots in the shed)
All of that information is beside the point.
Anyway, Caroline and I were in the outdoor section of Target and she walked over to where they had some urns and other outdoor accessories displayed. She ran her hand along some of them like she was Vanna White, and then sighed deeply as she said, “Oh Mama, this is a very civilized place.”
That’s my girl.