I am the decorating committee at church. This means I am also in charge of planting and maintaining the outside planters. Xander and I arrived at church yesterday morning and I realized that the summer-that-never-was is over.
"Granny's flowers are looking a little sad," I commented out loud, but mostly to myself.
"I know how to make them happy!" was X's enthusiastic response. Then he proceeds to break into full-out dance, shakin' his booty and snappin' his fingers.
"There!" he exclaims. "I did a happy dance for them. They'll be happy now."
I don't know if the plants were any happier, but I was.
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