“It’s not a weed.” She carefully watered it with an old fashioned watering can because the hose wouldn’t reach.
“It’s growing in the middle of the alley. Of course it’s a weed.”
“But it’s a sunflower. How could a sunflower be a weed?”
“Anything growing in the middle of where I want to drive is a weed.”
“It’s not a weed. It’s a volunteer. Quit running it down.”
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