That's my boy...

WINK picked a dandelion this morning and presented it to me as a gift.  Then he asked why I had tried to stop him from picking it. I didn't want to say it was because we were in a hurry to get to church, so I said I like flowers to grow where they belong (although I loved my gift). His response? "Well, I wanted to pick it for two reasons: First, because I love you. Second, because it's a weed and plants can't grow where weeds are. So, actually, I did a good thing for the world."