Death of a dandelion

Yesterday we were walking on the grass in the park and Jack spied a dandelion stalk.

He toddled over to it and bent down to inspect it. As he went to grab it, the white fluffy part disappeared in his fingertips and flew away.

He looked confused, then tried with another one. Same result.

This time, he just yanked the whole stem out of the ground. He looked at it and then decided he wanted it back in the ground.

So he tried to stand it back up in the grass. It fell over. He picked it up and tried to stand it up again, this time using two hands. It fell down again.

At this point, I don't know if I should laugh because it was so cute or cry because it was heartbreaking to watch him learn from a mistake.