I love the end of the school year when all the preschoolers who aren’t coming back for the summer bring their sweet gifts. I especially like when they’ve made the card themselves. One sweet girl, Zoey, brought me a lovely flower in a mug with a lovely little card tied to the handle. I took it joyfully from her, gave her a hug, and thought, “I can’t wait for this flower to die so I can drink from this awesome mug!” I don’t normally get jazzed about mugs, but this one – the color, the shape – it was calling to me to drink copious amounts of coffee from it’s crimson form.
So, last Friday after weeks of neglect that little pansy finally kicked the bucket, and I shook it out into the garbage at the end of the day. I confessed to one of the college kids my diabolical plan and she said, “You could have just replanted the flower right away and then used the mug.”
Um, that honestly never occurred to me.