Wednesday, December 31, 2008

garden friends

She carried a potted plant to the coffee table and set it down.

C: This is my garden friend. His name is, um... Hooey.
M: Hooey?
C: Yes, Hooey. Can you say hi to him?
M: Hi Hooey.
C: Hooey has soil so he can grow. And he gets very big and he has a stem. He likes to grow. Ask him.
M: Oh, okay. Do you like to sit in the sun and grow, Hooey?
C: Mama, [look of pity aimed at me] he doesn't talk. He's a plant.

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