Clare's first bouquet

Clare and I went to Chris's baseball game today to watch for a little bit. The head coach's son is 5 (ish?) and he is a very active, very nice little boy. In attempt to distract Clare and buy us more time, I pointed out the dandelion near my foot and told her it was the only flower she can pick. She was excited. She smelled it, made me smell it and talked about how pretty it was. Then she realized there was another one nearby and picked it. The little boy noticed that she was picking flowers and since he listens, his Mom lets him move around freely, while I keep a death grip on Clare's hand. He went and picked Clare a flower. Then he picked her another one. Clare sweetly told him "thank you" and counted her 4 flowers, while he sat back down.

Clare looked around and realized there are TONS of flowers nearby, so she called out "Boooyyyyy. Boooooyyyyy! MORE FLOWERS!" and pointed. I was mortified and told her to stop being a Bossy Bee. The little boy? Immediately got up from his chair to go pick her more flowers. He would bring her a flower, she would thank him, flirt with him for a second and then demand he get more flowers for her.

She even tried to tug on his hand at one point to get his attention when she spied flowers over where the pitchers warmed up. His Mom told him he couldn't go over there right now because it was dangerous. Clare, unconcerned for his safety, instructed him to "Get me more flowers!". His Mom and I were chatting when we realized the little boy had made a bee line for the pitching area and was frantically picking flowers. He came back and presented her with 15 more flowers. The pic doesn't do it justice because we crushed them, left them in the van and Clare "counted" them 100 times.

Super cute, but gosh where did she get to be so bossy with boys from?