Beautiful Flowers Planted by Girl VS. Tonka Truck Driven by Boy

I'm a plant killer. I've known it for years. It's a good thing I'm married to the "Greenskeeper", because he is able to keep our grass green and the garden growing. Our yard looks good only because of him! In May, I was given some Petunias for Mother's Day as well as Bagonias and Pansies from the elementary school staff for my PTO service. I wanted to put them all to good use, rather than having them wilt by my kitchen sink (which is how most of my previous flowers have died). So for the first time ever, I planted a little flower garden. I chose a spot between the back porch and an existing Peony plant. I outlined the garden's perimeter, pulled up the grass that was there (with Josh's help), dug all the rocks out, smoothed out the dirt patch, and got to work planting the flowers in a perfect formation. I spent 2 hours doing it all, and it's not a very big spot!!! I was so proud of my work, and immediately took a photo.Right after that, I came inside to make dinner. It is the bewitching hour every day for me. Between food prep, cooking, clearing the table off, setting out the dishes and utensils, and getting everyone to sit at the table, I can be a little stressed and grouchy and I usually start yelling if anyone is a hindrance rather than a help. That particular day, right when we sat down at the table, Jonah informed me that Kanyon had been playing in my new flower patch with his dump truck.
My reply was, "Really? Did you tell him to get out?"
"We tried, but he wouldn't. He killed your flowers."
Deep breath. Goosfraba. Relax.
"Okay, thanks for telling me. I'll have to check it out after dinner."
And I did. And he had. He killed 3 of the flowers. We re-planted the uprooted ones, and the rest are still alive (for now).
The moral of the story: I'm a plant killer. Even if my plants don't die next to the sink inside, external forces will kill them outside!