Last week after her dance show, Clover got flowers from her Daddy and from her bestest little friend. Even with regular watering they didn't make it that long. We got a good week out of them. They were sad and limpy by the end of the week. The mini roses held up very well and I hung them upside down to dry for two days so we still have the lovely bouquet. The other ones were ready for the trash pile. I already anticipated that this was going to be a problem.
They were HER flowers.
I thought about waiting until she was asleep but while I was cleaning the kitchen and she was in the office with Daddy I figured that I would be safe trying to dispose of the droopy flowers. She came in and caught me mid trash.
The following fit lasted for about a half an hour. Daddy came out just to check on her and make sure that she was okay with all the screaming. There was crying and borderline hyperventilating. Then in the saddest littlest voice I heard "but they are my flowers". She didn't understand that they were dying and weren't going to last. We talked about it and had a mini biology lesson but she didn't care.
I put the flowers back on the counter. Clover: 1 Mommy: 0.
While at the craft store yesterday afternoon we went through the silk flowers and picked out a bunch that was almost an exact replica of what the real flowers looked like before. We struck a deal that if we bought the silk ones that would last forever that I could throw away the limpy dead ones on the counter. She agreed. Lucky for me the silk flowers were on sale. In the end it was $2.99 well spent since she has hardly put them down since I bought them.