Logic

I love it when Penny explains things to me with a, "well, duh, Mommy," look on her face. Yesterday, she and Tray went to Lowes to buy some new flowers for our window boxes. The violas from this Spring have finally kicked the bucket. When they got back, Tray and Penny came inside and she ran to bring me a flower she'd picked off one of the vinca plants. Tray turned right around and went back outside. I called out to him to ask if he needed any help, but he didn't hear me, so I asked Penny if Daddy needed any help. She said, "no, Mommy. Stay inside with me." I said, "but Penny, Daddy might need some help. Did he buy a lot of flowers? Will he need help carrying them all?" She said (with that look on her face), "well, he can carry them one at a time."