When I found that Baby Boy had buried himself up to his knees in my new raised garden, I assumed he was looking for worms.
“No, mama. I growing a sister.”
I also found buried cars, a shoe, various snacks and a remote control.
Were I a more talented gardener, surely I could sprout the contents of Target.
I guess he will have to settle for three kinds of kale.
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