Chloe picked some weed "flowers" and put them in a little basket in her room for safe keeping. The next morning they were, of course, wilted and dead. She brought them to me with a sad face and said, "Mommy, my flowers melted."
There was a whole bunch of
fliers/newspapers on our front porch. I went outside to get the mail and Chloe saw all of them there, and excitedly shouted out, "Look Mom! Good news! Look at all the good news we have!"