Oh my little daughter - Part 4

Daisies.

My daughter is a big fan of flowers. Her favourite ones are daisies. Here, daisies are almost everywhere. Whereever we go, LO would stop to pick some if any caught her eyes, afterwhich she'd turn and present them to me .

"For mummy!"

Seconds later..

"More! For mummy!"

..and I'd end up having several daisies in my pockets.

I think it must have started when she was 1 or 2. I used to stroll her (buggy) to the university nursery, everyday from home. It wasn't that far, however, when you consider pushing a buggy along the busiest road in campus with traffic here and there, what looks like a 5 minute distance seemed much further and the journey seemed longer. And so inevitably, (apart from being an active child she is) there were times when she got bored sitting in the buggy, became edgy and demanded out of the it. Most of the time, she wanted to be carried so she could see the 'outside' world. And me, with a heavy knapsack on my shoulder and a buggy to push, I simply didn't have the extra energy to carry her all the way home.

And so, I started to let her walk on her own and we would stop every 2 minutes to spot flowers. It didn't matter where the flowers were. I used to encourage her to pick flowers that we may find all the way home. This successfully distracted her from wanting to be carried. And her habit of flower 'spotting' remains until to this day. (During those times, I hadn't developed any allergies to pollen or flowers)

She has become very fond of daisies lately, because the area where we are residing at the moment has massive green fields. Daisies sprout out from the ground like mushrooms, especially when it is sunny. Sometimes when we had to walk on the grass, she would teeter, not wanting to crush those lovely daisies.

This morning as I was blog hopping, LO had looked out of the window to spot rabbits. (There are big brown rabbits here too!). Instead she had seen one of the maintenance people, on the cutting grass machine, cutting grass on the block's compound. When grass is cut, inevitably daisies are massacred (because they are very low on the grounds).

Being very angry at this, LO shouted

"HEY You!"

"Hey, you! You don't cut grass and cut flower! Can?? HUH? Can? Owait?"

"Understand??"

She repeatedly shouted these to the poor man. I had to restrained her from the window to avoid any further embarassment. I hope the man didn't hear her.

Dissapointed and unsatisfied, LO ran to the lounge and told DH about her poor fav daisies.

Oh my little daughter...