Somehow, my camera captured the effect of tears in my eyes when Thing 1 picked these daisies for me. We’ve had long struggles over guns as toys in our house; I’m the only militant non-gun mom I know. Finally this year I relented and let him get the squirt guns you see here. And as I anticipated, Thing 1 and Thing 2 broke the ‘no face’ rule, by accident and on purpose, and whined and fought and carried on. And then, as I had NOT anticipated, they just moved on to something else. And, happily, Thing 1 has not turned into a monster, still picks me daisies, and hugs and loves and all the things that make us want kids in the first place. Phew.