It was, quite frankly....adorable. I had a good chuckle. I took a picture and left it at that.
So, imagine my surprise, when a few weeks later, he was eating yet another pickle spear, and this time, there was apparently a bumper crop of seeds. The motherload, if you will.
Again, he yelped with excitement. "Mommy, look how many pickle seeds I have." "I have 12 seeds." "Now I REALLY can plant a pickle tree." I smiled and nodded, as all good Moms do, right? "knowing" that he would for sure drop this idea as soon as a speck of dust floated past his eyes and he became distracted.
But nooooo. 'Twas not to be.
He finished his bagel and then promptly informed me he was ready to plant his tree. Let's get this tree planting done. Where should we do it.
As I'm usually a crusher of all dreams, I decided that today, TODAY I would play the sweet, builder of dreams and let him plant his revered tree.
We carefully carried the paper towell and it's precious content out to the front planter.
I improvised, I found him a spoon worthy of the digging.
Then it was time:
Next came the magical moment....the moment we covered it over and prepared to water.
It was a total win win. He felt like he'd accomplished all he ever hoped for, and I totally won the prize for good Mommy award.
I sure do love that kid and his bright mind, eager desires and great imagination.
Now, since I let so much time pass before posting about this, I can tell you the follow up.
About a week ago, he suddenly remembered that "hey, he planted a pickle tree." You know what he said to me? "You said my pickle tree would grow. Well, it didn't, and pickles don't grow on trees, so you're a liar." NOT EVEN KIDDING! Totally got called a liar by my 4 year old. All because I was trying to let his happy little heart plant his freaking pickle tree. HMPH! See if I ever do THAT again.
Guess it's back to dream squasher for me.
Sour pickles and sweet boys,