Future vegetarian

Tristan grew a little plant at school and I've been trying to keep it alive, even though I'm not good with plants (sorry Dad). So far, so good. This little thing gets water and then I move it into a windowsill for the morning sun. It's still green and still alive after being in my care for about six weeks. Until this morning. I chose the wrong windowsill, and by wrong I mean one accessible by a little baby. I was switching out the laundry and returned to find Genevieve attacking the plant. She had about half the greenery hanging out of her mouth but I instinctively removed it before I thought to capture the moment. I got rid of the evidence before Tristan got home from school and he hasn't asked about his plant, so I think I'm in the clear as far as that goes. I was dreading having to tell him that ZuZu (G) ate his plant.

She seemed to like it all; greenery, dirt, whatever.