When Mom-E's pink rose breaks off at the top of the stem while Big Brother is carrying it into the house, before we have a chance to give it to her, I saw it as a perfect opportunity for a little "surgery" with black electrical tape (or duct tape, whichever you prefer - the electrical tape was handy).
At least now I know Little Brother's tape obsession is a genetic, and it resides on the Y chromosome.
(And yes, 2 days later, it's still alive. Droopy, but alive).
See you on Fatherhood Friday,
Busy-Dad-E
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