Monday, November 12, 2012

Twenty Six | Day Sixty One

Day 61-3

It's become a tradition for us to let Maxwell pick out flowers whenever we go to the grocery store. He thinks it is so much fun and, when we get home, he carries them up the stairs to our apartment and throws them on the table while doing a little dance singing "My Flowers! My Flowers! My Flowers for Mama!".

He'll love that I told the Internet this about him when he's fifteen.