"Mommy?" a little girl of seven called the attention of her mother who was carefully removing thorns from some roses, her brows furrowing in concentration.
"Yes, my little dandelion?" The brunette woman with honey brown eyes responded, glancing at her daughter with a tender smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
The little girl beamed at the endearment, her cheeks flushing with delight, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she leaned forward, her expression a mix of wonder and puzzlement.
"Uhm, how are you and daddy always happy?" She asked, her face scrunched up in earnest curiosity, her eyes searching her mother's face for answers.
"What do you mean, baby?" The woman asked, her brow furrowing slightly in confusion, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she regarded her daughter with affectionate amusement.