She will spend HOURS that turn into DAYS rearranging them until they are "just right." Sometimes they are arranged by size then by type then by color then by how they smell then by something seemingly random that turns out to be "what region they grow naturally in."
I know someone is going to say she's OCD. TRUST ME if you saw the state of her playroom and backpack and the million little purses she has you wouldn't worry. AT ALL.
The most recent flowers in our house were my Valentine's Day flowers which she spent about two hours rearranging into three different containers. After she was done she asked to borrow my iPhone to take pictures so I could "post them on my blog"...have I told you how much I love this kid?!?
Just a little note about the next few pictures...there are some strategically placed picnik flowers that are hiding me on the computer reading your blogs. Or buying sex toys. I'm just kidding about the sexy toys, Mom. Geesh!
She got all fancy on me this time and threw in a little something extra with pieces that have fallen off during the rearrangement process. (And some that I suspect were deliberately picked off because they were NEEDED for a VERY creative endeavor).
Unfortunately flowers not in water don't last very long.
We all know this.
She knows this.
But the next day when I told her that we couldn't keep them much longer you would have thought I said I was going to kill her puppy. And take away all her toys. And that they decided to cancel television. Forever.
So I told her all she needed to do was to convince her dad to buy me another bouquet of flowers, which would make me happy.
And then she would get to make more flower people, which will make her happy.
And the wilting flower people could go live in the land of flowers and sunshine over the rainbow with the unicorns and fairies, which would make them happy.
And we would all live happily ever after.
Except maybe my husband who has to go out and buy flowers.