Since spring we have been breeding vases with flower heads precariously sitting on top.
I've tried explaining to S the virtues of enjoying the flowers in the garden, where they're happiest.
I've even gone the route of asking that if she must pick the flowers, perhaps pulling further down their stem would be best so I don't have to fill the vases to the top just so the poor, wilted flower head can drink some water. There has been limited success with this notion.
Either way, you're pretty much guaranteed around our house that there will be little vases of flowers striving to bloom after being plucked, played with and eventually brought inside to live out what life they may have left in them.