Jamie is a Proud Papa
Last Saturday, Jamie and I worked together and planted some green peppers, beef steak tomatoes, and chives. I'm horrible at growing plants, but I thought that this would be something great to do with Jamie and might even save me a little money on my grocery bills this summer.
After we planted them Jamie checked them all day. He expected them to sprout instantly. Every day he asks to see his plants grow. "It's too soon, Jamie."
When I got up this morning I checked the windowsill. Sprouts. The chives are sprouting and the tomatoes are sprouting. One cup in particular held noticeable shoots. I was so excited, "Jamie! Jamie, come here! Hurry!" The sound of a small elephant herd followed my shout. Dynisha and Jamie soon appeared in the kitchen doorway. "What, Mommy?" he asked with a smile. I pulled the cup out of the window and handed it to him. "Oh Mommy, it's my baby plants! I love my baby plants." I showed him the other cups with tiny shoots peaking through the soil. "Cousin plants!" he exclaimed. "There's lots of plants." He jumped up and down and twirled. I went and got my camera. I handed him the cup with the most impressive shoots. It was at that moment that I noticed his fingernails. They are painted and I don't have any fingernail polish remover. They are done so neatly I was sure Dynisha was the culprit, but to my surprise Jamie explained that he did it all by himself. I went ahead and took his picture and then started the mad hunt for the missing polish. After much hunting the bottle was found, safe and sound. Now I've got to get some fingernail polish remover so I can clean up his hands before school on Monday.
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