While at the park surrounded by a field of wild daisies Douglas brought me a flower of his own picking. After first wondering what the green stuff was that was sticking to his fingers (I was thinking Chlorophyll or Chloroform, which one was it? and please don't wipe it on your pants) , he handed me the flower. I looked at it's beautiful yellow petals thinking of how bright and perfect they were. Douglas then sat next to me and started looking at the flower and asked if he could pull off their petals. In order to veer his thoughts in a less destructive path,the one embraced last Spring of popping the heads off of the flowers which inevitably led to the loss of several of my Shasta daisies, I asked if he wanted to do it in the romantic way of "she loves me, she loves me not." He said that he did but when he was expected to start "she loves me, she loves me not" he froze up. He couldn't think of anyone he would want to say that about. We suggested his cousin Alyssa, then mommy, then his "girlfriend" Emma back in Michigan. He finally said, "can't I just take off the buds (a.k.a. petals)?" Fine.