Mom: It's like being in a flower garden. You just pick the most beautiful! 😄

Me: 😨 Did you actually compare choosing a husband to picking flowers from a garden?! 😱

Mom: 😆

Me: [continues reading]

Mom: [talking while I'm not listening]... And the weak one wilts and dies...

Me: 0_0 What on earth are you talking about?

Mom: Comparing choosing men and flowers! 😆