OK so picture this…The kids are outside playing (well,Nick is playing,Megan is sulking because I told her she had to go out and get some fresh air) and I’m inside getting lunch ready –french toast.
I have the griddle warming,the egg mixture is mixed and the bread is ready. I start the first 3 pieces and tell the sulking Megan that she can come in and clean up. I suggest to Nick that he come in as well but he tells me no thank you so I leave him be. I get Megan’s lunch all ready and start on the next 3 pieces of french toast. Nick is happily playing outside and I can hear his golf club hitting the ground so I know he’s golfing. I get his slices of french toast cut up,get both kids drinks and am feeling pretty good about how things are going. I call Nick in. Nothing. Still more happy yells of golfer Nick.
I go outside to get him,somewhat irritated that he didn’t do what he was told and I find him in mid-bash of my beautiful rose bush.
As much as I wanted to make him hug it to tell it that he was sorry,I held back. I’m still mad,though. This kid has to learn to stay away from my “fwowohs”. 
It’s a good thing that little kid is cute…
That's kind of like the time when I was 3 and I "helped"my mom with her sewing. She was making nightgowns for my aunts and I thought I'd help.
I cut off the sleeves.