DH and Pkin went to the grocery store earlier today to get a few things. I’m feeling pretty blah (yet another Kindergarten-inspired cold), so sent them on their own. They came home with some gorgeous long-stem red roses. I understand the conversation in choosing them went something like this (a bit of a window into neurodiversity and socially constructed holidays).
DH: We should get mama some flowers for Valentine’s Day.
DH: Because that’s a thing.
DH: Because it’s a thing.