|Clearly, these flowers are not mine.|
"It's not yours, Mom," Emperor assures me. "Nobody sends you flowers." Ah, but my name is on the box. Inside the house it goes.
Emperor trails me as I set it on the counter and peek all over the box for a return address. Nope. Just the flower company. Bummer. I get a knife out to open the box.
"MOM!" Emperor yelps. "It's not yours. These are someone else's flowers. You should put them back where you found them. Or maybe give them to one of the neighbours. It's probably theirs..."
But... my name is on the box. So I open it. Emperor cringes. I look in the packaging for a card. I look in the vase. I peel the flowers out of the box to look for a card -
"Just put them back! I don't think these are your flowers. You shouldn't open them!"
And I cut the stems according to package directions over someone's objections ("You're CUTTING them now? MOM...") and put them in the vase with some water and flower food. Sigh. At this point Emperor is resigned to the inevitable; Mom has obviously stolen and damaged the flowers. Then I called the company to find out who sent them.
It's from my mom and dad! Thanks, Mom and Dad! See? These ARE my flowers. :)