floral cookies

Yesterday, David brought me roses, a half dozen, assorted colors, beautiful and completely unexpected. Dennis observed the giving and my typically girlish delight at receiving flowers. He considered the flowers and asked me a question that it took me a bit to comprehend. "Mommy," he asked, "now that you have flowers, can we make flower dough?". Flower dough, flower dough...hmmm... "Flower dough?" I asked. "Yes, like you use to make cookies--you know, flower dough!" he replied. A light dawned. "OH! FLOUR dough!" I exclaimed, followed by an explanation that dough is indeed made from flour but not from these flowers. He seemed relieved that we wouldn't be chopping up my pretty flowers into tiny little pieces (his words). I'm relieved as well, especially since he just came into his own regarding scissors skills. I checked tonight when I got home from shopping with Gran--the roses are still intact, still in their vase, looking beautiful on my table.