The kids actually found them and even my three year old was excited to give me a tour of the yard and show me the newly blooming flowers.
Our enjoyment was short-lived however. It seems a certain three year old (we shall call him Godzilla) took it into his cranky head to go on a flower stomping rampage. By the time my oldest son came in to report the situation, the damage was done... Upon inquiring, the best I can make out is that the flowers were "evil" and had to be destroyed. Something about Mrs. Figgy ( a diabolical pillow-pet pig ) controlling them and they had to be stopped...
|Sad, pathetic stomped crocuses|
My daughter said "Mom, it's a good thing you took a picture!".