I've been working a lot in the yard, including lots of weed pulling, poisoning, and the like.
One whole section of our yard has always been FILLED with dandelions. I sprayed weed poison like crazy on that area last week, but I forgot about something VERY IMPORTANT>>>

A few days after I sprayed, the kids and I ended up on the side of our house, which is usually crawling with little yellow flowers and puffy white orbs.
As we turned the corner I saw tons of little drooping stems, which made me feel like quite the victor over the offending weeds.
At almost the exact moment that my pride was swelling in my chest, little A. shrieked and said, "Mommy, oh no! My wishin' flowers are dead. What happened to my wishin' flowers?"
She ran over to a few of them and tried to straighten them up. After she let them go, they slumped right back down.
I felt so bad.

At just about THAT moment, J. chimed in and said, "Oh man, without our wishin' flowers, how are we gonna make wishes?"
Defeated, I replied, "They'll probably grow back, son. Don't worry."
Then he said, "Good. I know what I'm gonna wish for."

This next part is the part that any self-respecting mother would leave out, but you all know I have no shame.
I asked J, "What was your wish gonna be?"
He answered, "I was gonna wish for a bunch of new mommies."

A little hurt, I asked, "Why do you need a new Mommy?"
He replied, "If I had more Mommies, we could already have eaten dinner. We could also go places quicker."

Like I'm the holdup when it's time to leave the house...

I guess it's a good thing I killed all the wishin' flowers. I had no idea what those little turncoats were wishing for...