Flowers are probably in Peeper’s top ten favorite things, ranking below milk and baths but above pizza. Whenever she sees flowers, she makes a sniffing noise and squirms to get closer.
They feature in her play, too. When we have bouquets in the house, I periodically give her a flower or two.
She carries them around and offers them to everyone, making a sniff, sniff noise.
Inevitably, though, she finishes by pulling off all the petals. I imagine her reciting, “She loves me, she loves me not” as she plucks them.
Peeper, the answer is yes, no matter whom you’re picking petals for. How could anyone fail to love you?
