Sunday, May 17, 2009

Babies Like Flowers

Excerpts from our dinner conversation tonight, discussing nice weather, gardening, and plans for next weekend.

Me: Maybe next weekend we could stop at the nursery and get flowers (to kill) for the back porch.
Mary: What is a nursery?
Jack: A place where things grow. Flowers grow in a nursery, babies grow in a nursery, pigs, cows, they can all grow in a nursery.
Kate: I don't want to grow a pig.
Mary: Babies? Really? I'd like to grow a baby.
Me: Someday, not for many years.
Mary: Babies grow, like flowers, you plant a seed?
Me: Exactly.

Well then, that's taken care of, moving on.

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