A few weeks ago while school was still in session, Son #1 brought home a painted flower pot with a tiny plant as a Mother's Day gift. I was delighted. I carefully took his little gift into my hands and began to examine the art work. The clay pot was painted a brilliant, deep blue. In the middle of the pot, Son #1 had painted a bright red flower with dark green leaves. I smiled to myself and then peered at the plant. So far, the plant was only a tiny seedling. I asked my eldest son. "What did you plant in the pot?"
Son #1 replied. "A flower!"
"Cool! I love flowers." I responded.
Son #1 beamed with pride. "Yeah. We made it at school for Mother's Day. I got to paint the pot and then put dirt in it when it dried. Then, I got to plant a seed and water it. Oh and it grew!"
"Wow! That is really awesome." I hugged Son #1 tightly. "Thank you! I feel so special!"
Son #1 returned my hug. He smiled and then replaced his smile with a very serious face. "Do you know why they call this a flower pot?"
I made a silly face and said. "No. Why?"
Son #1 was shocked. "You don't know why they call this a flower pot?!" He glared at me, surprised that I did not know everything.
"Nope." I replied with a laugh. "Why do they call it a flower pot?"
"Well, let me tell you." Son #1 explained. "It's a plant that grows into a flower. That's why it's called a flower pot!"
"Oh! Now I get it." I said with wide eyes and a grin.
"Good!" Son #1 yelled as he ran to his room to play. "Now, don't forget it!"