Little Girls and Strange Habits

Whenever Uncle Eddy comes over I have to go out to the field and pick as many flowers as possible. We are not related, but mother tells me I am to call him Uncle and I am to be a good daughter, so I will listen to her. She told me that I cannot tell papa why I pick so many flowers, too. But my papa always asks me, “My darling, why do you always bring home bushels of flowers three or more times a week? You used to do it but once a month, and I am afraid at your current pace there will be no more left to pick!” He laughs and mother smiles, but I do not know what to say. I am to be a good daughter. I do not understand them. One day I will say, “Papa, I pick so many flowers because Uncle Eddy comes over and I go to the field and they wrestle in the bedroom.” And he will laugh again after realizing it is such a silly reason. And mother won’t be mad if papa laughs. Next time. Next time.