Mommy Laura and Daddy Pat let me (a free-range kid) run off freely in the grocery store as they watched from afar. I proudly came back to the cart with these. "These are for you, Mama" Awww. what mother wouldn't want to buy flowers after that? I immediately got home, tore open the wrapper they were in and cut them to put into the Vase (pronounce "vaaz" like the fancy people say). absolute perfection.
