A blue flower

As Mattias, Annalise and I were walking back to the car, we passed by the little plaza where they sell flowers, so I stopped and picked up some lovely gerbras. The florist then gave a flower to Mattias who promptly said that he didn't want that red one but a blue one for 'his boy' (his imaginary friend, I think he is trying to keep up with Evie). I explained Mattias' dilemma to the lady so she wouldn't feel bad about his lack of excitement, but then she promptly disappeared behind the stall and in a minute came out with a blue spray painted rose! Mattias' face lit up and he exclaimed, 'Look Mum, they DO have blue flowers!' What a sweet lady!