“A Flaufachu, a Flaufachu! Mama! A Flaufachu! I have a Flaufachu!”
I didn’t even look up from weeding the flower bed. “Wow! You have a Flaufachu?” I said excitedly to Burtch. “That’s so cool, Buddy!” I had no idea what a Flaufachu was but I hoped it wasn’t a a bug or dog poop because I could see in my periphery that he was running toward me.
As he got closer I looked up and immediately felt a huge wave of guilt for not giving my full attention to him.
He handed me his Flaufachu…
A flower for you. Not a Flaufachu.
All together now, “Awwwwwwww!”
Of course a flower for me means none for the flower bed. But that’s ok. Look at that sweet face…