Yesterday, while I was trying to scramble around and get Zach dressed for his early ballgame, James was wondering around in the back yard checking to see if all of the rain water was draining off the garden. Admidst his wandering he noticed the cactus was blooming and remembered our little discussion a few days prior about whether those were new cactus sprouts or buds. (I said they were buds and he insisted they were new sprouts.)
Anyway, I reckon he was trying to atone for treating me as though I didn't know my prickly plants and decided to pick a bloom to present to me. I noticed him biting and spitting when he came in the door but didn't pay too much attention as I was supervising the putting on of Zach's socks, but then he told me he was trying to get the cactus stickers out of his fingers and got one in his tongue I had to laugh. I've had to dig them out of my leg after mowing to close to them but I was smart enough to use tweezers to try to get them out!
He declared that to be the last time he'd try to pick me a flower!
Today, after I've showered and made my hair look less like a witch who's stuck her finger in an electrical socket, I'm off to the Track and Field day at the school. Zach had no idea what he'll be competing in (this teacher of his needs a fire lighted under her butt or retirement) but hopefully I'll get a few photo ops if we get it figured out.