"And I don't care much for words of doom - if it's love you want then I got the room"

There is a total magic about 3 year old boys. Maybe all 3 year old children, but I only have boys, so ... today Buck told me that "Dandelions are my favorite flower..." He was staring rather misty-eyed at his collection of dandelions. For a week now (it's finally warm) Buck has been picking the little flower/weeds and handing them out like my very own moonie. The very first dandelion was a gift to him from a school friend, Quinn. Buck told me that, "every time I look at this dandelion, I will think of Quinn." He then spent the afternoon asking how we could keep the little flower from dying. I didn't have the heart to tell him it was already dead as soon as it was picked (even though everyone else seems to take some type of perverse pleasure in telling him that fact).

Today, Buck collected a handful of the flowers and demanded that we rush home to put them in water. "Dandelions are like sunflowers, aren't they mom? They are so yellow and they love the sun too."

All I could think is that it's got to be wonderful to be three. I want to be amazed by dandelions today. I want to be excited to run up and down a hill with my friends. I want to be forced to take a nap. It's a good life if you can get it.