Perhaps I’m partly to blame from a genetic presdisposition standpoint. I do like me some cl0ver patches, although my preference is to find the four-leafed variety in a sea of three’s and call it my lucky day. I don’t eat the flowers.
This morning, out of curiousity, I tasted one of those white blossoms that sing the siren’s call to my young son and I don’t see the appeal. They have an astringent quality to them. Maybe he’s self medicating?
I do think, however, that he should stick with the fresher, whiter blossoms. I asked him if he was sure he wanted that flower that was beginning to brown with age. I pointed out a much nicer looking one a few inches away, but he remained focused on his original target. Yes, I’m sure he ate it. How do I know? He hacked it up about 20 minutes later during our morning stroller walk.
I warned him about the brown ones.
Too funny. I like how you are letting him learn his lessons the hard way.