The other day, I walked out my door to this scene:
Super cute kids being creative, playing wonderfully together, laughing, and enjoying the weather. Yes, they were using my dishes and water bottle, but I tried to overlook it; after all, they were happy.
Then, they told me they were making a “special salad,” and I encouraged them on in their fun…
…until it dawned on me that we don’t sufficient grass for their salad. (Remember this post?)
“Girls,” I said slowly, “what exactly is your ‘salad’ made of?”
“It’s my plant, isn’t it?”
A quick look revealed the painful truth.
I knew I should have planted more rose bushes.