The boy babe of my brood of three saw me taking an internet quiz "What kind of flower are you?"
" Poison ivy," he quips.
He is confident in his ability to make me laugh. Good thing, another time, another family, that response might elicit a swift smack across his currently valuable kisser.
His father, however, has other ways to brighten my day. In contrast to my purple thumedness, his creativity and need for springtime brightness benefits us all:
The hens and chicks were my contribution, foolproof as the are.
Life's a Stitch 
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