Flower child

For those of you who are as fascinated by my father’s new found decorating career as I am:

My phone rings at work today:

My dad: “Elizabeth? I’m going back to the craft place to get another sunflower.”
Me: “OK”.
My dad: “Yeah, the arrangement is just missing something, there’s an empty spot. I don’t know if I should get the sunflower, or, the white flower.”
Me: “Either would be OK, I think.”
My dad: “I think I’m going to pick up some things to make an arrangement for the bathroom, too.”