Tonight, at the designated snuggle time, Henry said, "Now we can talk." So I, underestimating my son's will, set up the conversation.
Me: "Did you have a good day at school today?
Henry: "Ummm... let's just talk about flowers 'stead of school. OK?"
Me: "OK. What kind of flowers do you like?"
Henry: "Turquoise, yellow, red, and black! Do you like black flowers?"
Oh, dear... first he won't talk about his day at school then lays it out that he likes black flowers? Is he an awkward teenager already?
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