When my dad was four or five, he picked a HUGE bunch of my great-grandmother's favorite Irises. Needless to say, she was NOT happy. He got in so much trouble over that, the NEXT time he picked flowers for Granma Jessie, he pulled up a HUGE bunch of dandelions. All the adults thought it was so funny that they made a big fuss over him and, from then on, Granma Jessie always got dandelions from Dad whenever they were in bloom.
