As mentioned, I spent a fair amount of time in the gardens this weekend. I did not spend it solo: the kid was with me for most of the time. This isn’t a new thing. She’s spent significant time in the gardens before with me, but it hasn’t been the most productive time spent as far as the garden is concerned. There’ve been a lot of “Honey, don’t eat that rock” and “Sweetie, put that down” implorings flying around.
Well, things have changed. She’s older, more task-oriented. She spent the last two days washing worms in the bird bath. “They need a soaking,” she’d say, and she’d brush them with a paintbrush and a sponge. Then yesterday, she wandered from her task and started looking around the garden.
“What are you doing, honey?” I ask.
“Nothing. I’m looking around. I need a snack,” she says. And she goes right over to the salad stuff and picks some leaves.
I think I have done something right in this parenting game.