Flour or Flower?

We were all hanging out one night when the door bell rang. Brett answered it and one lonely bag of flour was sitting on the porch. It had a note for Savanna that said "Will you go to the Christmas Dance with me? Look inside the flour to find my name." Well, it was a 5 pound bag of flour. Savanna got out a large bowl, dumped out the flour and proceeded to look for a name. Guess what! She couldn't find a name. She got out another bowl and dumped the flour and sifted through again, and still no name. Casadie joined her in helping to look and soon we had flour, bowls and baking sheets everywhere, but still no name. She finally gave up and went to bed. The next day the boy in question showed up with a flower and said "oops, I gave you the wrong flower!"

I hope I'm not showing my age, but it sure seems a lot more complicated to go to a dance these days.