Ever since  Baker Bob was a little boy he wanted to be a baker. He loved when his mother made cakes and pies and knew that when he grew up, he wanted to do that too. His dream came true. He owned his very own bakery, Bob's Bakery. Every morning he baked fresh bread, pies, cakes and pastries.  He put them on the shelves and smiled when boys and girls came in with their parents. Their eyes always sparkled and he usually gave them a cookie.

One day Baker Bob's little boy, Christopher, was old enough to come and work with his dad at the bakery. “Christopher, when you grow up, you can be a baker too. We can work together making muffins and gingerbread boys. Would you like that?”

Christopher sniffed the air. “It always smells so sweet in here. Dad, I don't think I want to be a baker when I grow up.”

“What?” His horrified father gasped. “Why don't you want to be a baker? It's wonderful and you can eat all the cakes you want.”

“I think I want to be a florist. I love flowers. I love the way they smell and look,” Christopher said.

Baker Bob didn't know quite what to say or do. He'd always dreamed of his son taking over the business. He thought about it for a long time. One day he went into his son's bedroom. “Christopher, I think it is a good idea for you to become a florist. If that's what you want to do, then I'm happy too.”

Christopher grew up and bought his very first flower shop. He sold roses and daisies and bouquets of daffodils. One day he took some flowers over to his father's bakery. “Dad, I had a visit from Mrs. Grant the other day. She told me that you can use flowers to decorate cakes. She said it's quite popular right now to have wedding cakes with real flowers on them. Should we give it a try?”

Baker Bob smiled. “That sounds like a good idea.”

Every day he made a few wedding cakes and birthday cakes. His son, Christopher, the florist, brought over fresh flower petals. They spent time together decorating the cakes. Everyone in town thought Baker Bob's cakes were the most beautiful cakes in the whole city.

“I have you to thank, son, for coming up with that marvelous idea. Now we are working together, just like I wanted.” Baker Bob hugged his son.

“I enjoy it too, Dad. Your baked goods and my flowers make a great team.”

Baker Bob couldn't be happier. Christopher couldn't be happier. Both of them enjoyed doing what they wanted and spent time together as father and son.