Current mood:
amused You know, 'Weeding the Garden' is an awesome metaphor... I'm pretty clever. Too bad my blog isn't going to be metaphoric. It is about exactly what the title states.
Yesterday, I took Chloè out with me to weed our vegetable garden. She gave herself the job, since I wouldn't actually let her weed, of taking a water gun and watering the bottom of the plants. We talked about all the plants and how nicely they were growing. We argued over why she couldn't have another popsicle. We debated on whether a three year old could maneuver her feet well enough to not crush plants. I'm sure you can figure out who was pro-side and who was con-side. Well, she let me know that if I didn't let her in the garden, she was going to pull out all my plants. I took that opportunity to explain to her precisely what would happen to a little three year old girl who did something like that. She decided that she should *not* in fact step in the garden. She proceeded to pull out grass on the side. No biggie...
Until...
As I'm trying to figure out if what I'm about to pull are weeds or radish sprouts I hear,
"Oh mommy, you do NOT need this big weed in your pretty food garden!" *YANK*
It was rosemary. So, I explained what it really was and we replanted it... for the 10th time.
She does that every. single. time. I'm starting to think it is on purpose.
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