Where's your flowers?

I had the following conversation with Andrew last Saturday morning . . I had gone to dinner and a movie with friends the night before . . .

Andrew: Morning Mommy

Me: g'morning

Andrew: where's your flowers?

Me (soooo not awake): my what?

Andrew: Your flowers.

Me: What flowers?

Andrew: The flowers that you picked last night.

Me: huh?

Andrew: You know! The flowers that you picked at the garden you went to last night.

Me: ohhhh, I didn't go to a flower garden last night, I went to a restaurant called the OLIVE GARDEN.

Sooooo cute that he thought I was getting flowers at the garden!