Colin and I gardened yesterday morning. We broke even.
Let me define the actual events of our gardening: We got home from dropping Christopher off at camp and on our way up to the front door, I took 3 minutes to weed the small 4'x4' raised bed that sits in the middle of the front lawn. Carpe momentum or something like that. Colin thought he'd weed, too! (You saw that coming, right?!) He neatly plucked the flower heads off every single purple pansy in my front stoop pots. About 20 of them, I'd say. So... we broke even.
One step forward: weeded bed. One step back: guillotined pansies.
Unrelated: Some of the most memorable mini-conversations between Christopher and myself occur while driving. Today he was talking about his upcoming birthday and how he'd be turning four, etc. etc. And then, "So, Mama? When I'm four I can drive a car, right? Because I think I'd like to drive a Smart car." Nice choice, eh?! He was disappointed to learn that the driving age in Illinois is 16 and that he'll likely be cruising in the Honda Civic. Look out, 2025!!!
