My Quirky Boy

My dad is a sweet guy and on “those” occasions he always brings home flowers for my mom.  For her birthday this year he snuck in, and snuck out before I even knew he had been here.  I come into the kitchen and there is a dozen roses in a very intense pink.  I exclaim to Little G and my mums,

“OH! Roses? Are these for me?”

A little voice says,

“No, ME!”

“You?” I reply, “I don’t think they are for you”.

I turn over the bouquet, and point to the name of the color. I told my mother based on the name alone they must be for her.

A little voice says, “NO, I TOLD, you they are for ME!”

I ask her, “What makes you think they are for you?”

“Because, I am A HOT LADY!”