“Look,” Emily said to Jim, holding her hands out for him to see.
Jim got a confused look on his face. “Why do you have those white flowers between your fingers on both of your hands?” he asked.
“Because, silly,” Emily said, “I’m excited about our trip to San Francisco this weekend, where the girls wear flowers on their hands.”
Now Jim was even more confused. “What are you talking about, Emily?”
“That song,” she responded. “The one about San Francisco where the lyrics talk about going to San Francisco and wearing flowers on your hands.”
Jim shook his head. “I think you’re a little confused,” he said. “First of all, the lyrics say flowers in your hair, not on your hands. Second of all, that song was written back in the hippie days in 1967, Emily, almost 30 years before you were born. People don’t go around with flowers in their hair anymore, even in San Francisco. And definitely not on their hands.”
Emily meekly turned to Jim and simply said, “Never mind.”
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge prompt. Photo credit: cottonbro on Pexels.com.