Creating Monsters

Today is the Wife’s and my 9th wedding anniversary. So, I went and purchased her a nice flower arrangement. I even had the florist add some irises (the Wife’s favorite) and quickly penned a simple little diddy:

Roses are red, Violets are blue, This arrangement has irises, And now you do to.

Very romantic.

I left the arrangement on the counter for her to discover when she came down the stairs.

As circumstances would dictate, the lass arrived home just before the Wife made it downstairs. Fortunately, the Wife noticed the flowers first. But quickly chirping on her heels was the lass with all sorts of questions like:

“Are those flowers for me?”

and

“Where are my flowers?”

and

“Did Dad get me any flowers?”

and

“When can I get some flowers like that?”

The Wife dutifully answered her questions. I, for my part, kept my mouth shut because I recognized what had just transpired. The lass had just jumped feet first into the indoctrination of “flowers for a girl.” The cycle has now been perpetuated.

You boys out there have been warned.