Garden Boy: 'Mummy, Me want pick tomatoes today.'
Me: 'There are no tomato plants left now, sweetheart.'
Garden Boy: 'Me want to get more tomato plants. Can we go to the shop Mummy?'
Me: 'Tomatoes won't grow at this time of year. It's too cold.'
Garden Boy: 'Then me want to pull up carrots.'
Me: 'We pulled them all up a few weeks ago'
Garden Boy: 'Me want to pull up more.'
Me: There are no more, honey.'
Garden Boy: 'Then me want to dig up potatoes. With my spade.'
Me: 'Oh honey. The potatoes have all been dug up now as well and the things still growing in the garden need to stay there a bit longer. There are some weeds we can dig up?'
Garden Boy exclaims loudly and happily: 'Yeah. Me go get my welly boots.'
There is a pause in the conversation while Garden Boy goes to find his boots and I sit in shock that someone could be so excited at the thought of pulling up weeds.
Then Garden Boy returns: 'Weeds, Mummy?'
Me: 'Yes. There are a lot of those for us to pull up.'
Garden Boy puts his wellies down: 'Me want to play trains.'
19 hours ago
Love it, I think you need to make him a cress head for over the winter months :-)
ReplyDeleteNo, you need to come to Australia ;-)
ReplyDeletesounds like mine... attention span of a goldfish. or maybe it was that pulling weeds really just isn't that exciting?
ReplyDeleteLovely!
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