mama. hand.

i took the boys for a walk this afternoon since there was still a half hour until dinner and i was running out of ways to be entertaining. plus hugh loves walking around the neighborhood pilfering flowers.

i mentioned the pilfering and collecting, right? because after a couple of blocks, he'll have picked 2 dandelions, a stick, a stalk of liriope and other assorted flowers and detritus. i always end up his pack mule, carrying the bounty.

towards the end of our walk he starts grabbing at the wilted assortment in my hand, but never grabbed anything and was just getting frustrated. i finally asked "hugh, just pick something, what do you want??"

"mama. hand."