While at the florist, ordering flowers for our summer wedding, my kid wanders through the store, looking around. He comes running to me, very excited. “Dad! I found the perfect father’s day gift for you. I am going to break my piggy bank and buy it for you!”
He takes me by the hand and leads me to the cemetery section and points out a funeral wreath shaped like a heart, surrounded by blue flowers with the words…To Dad.
I am like….how about you wait a few years for that one…like fifty or more years.
When I explained that the wreath was for a funeral, he goes…”But it is so pretty, you sure you don’t want it?”
The store employees almost fell off their stools laughing.