Every day last week when we would get home, the boy would go scour the yard to pick 'little yellow flovers.' He would run and run and run until he would find one.
Then yell 'MOM! I FOUND A YELLOW FLOVER!
He would then bend down pick it, run to me, hand it to me, then go and run and find another.
Fortunately, there aren't too many of these little yellow flovers in our yard!