My Favorite Vase

I have a favorite vase.  It's not an heirloom, not expensive, or particularly artistic.  It's tiny - only about 3 inches tall.  But the reason I love it so much is because it's just perfect for cradling small flowers, for holding blooms plucked from stems by small hands and brought to me as gifts.  This vase has displayed many of these treasures.
Though some of my boys have outgrown this tendency, I still occasionally receive these thoughtful presents, and it always warms my heart.  This latest was collected by Brandt and given to me after a walk in the neighborhood.

Faces

Sometimes I spot faces in things that aren't meant to have faces in them.  Like this one.  I tried to remove some of the distracting texture around it.   Yes, I  know I should learn Photoshop.

Can you see it?  He looks a bit disgruntled, don't you think?  I would be too if I lived on the wall in the downstairs bathroom.

Here's a cheerful face on the floor of the garage.

Yes, I'm afraid the yogurt is all gone now.

This guy died and went to ice cream heaven.

And in case you're wondering...I don't actually hear their voices.