Flower

Abigail and I were standing at the teller counter in the bank when the bank manager told Abigail she liked her bow.  Abigail asked if she could go talk to that lady. I gave her permission and off she went.  She stood at the door removed her headband, held it out for the lady to see and said, "It's not a bow, it's a flower.  Bye."  She replaced her headband, turned around and walked away. Enough said.