We had a late rose bloom on Paul's rosebush - a beautiful red rose, rivaling anything at a florist. Knowing it was supposed to freeze tonight, I cut it and brought it inside.
Nathan: "Is that flower from Daddy's rose?"
Me: "Yes, isn't it gorgeous?" [confused look] "Do you know what 'gorgeous' means?"
Paul: "It means, 'Mommy.'"
*pitter patter heart*