Grampa held out the two plants. The common daisy never looked so pretty. That's easy, the daisy is better, now that it's held up next to the weed. Sammy grabbed the pretty white and butter-yellow bloom. Hey you two.
Gramma is at the back door.
Sam races to the sound. Kids can sure come up with some humdingers, some real humdingers. Grampa scratched his head and arched his back.