I showed the kids a dogwood tree. Which they saw as white. Flowers. Tree.
And so.
Every single tree they see with white blooms, is...well, a dogwood tree.
Simple enough.
And so every white blossom they spy through the car window is 'recognized' as a dogwood tree.
"Momma! A dogwood tree!!"
"Momma! Wook!! A dogtree wood!!!"
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Hey, they appreciate nature.
Mom
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