Grow, garden, grow

One time I was craving fresh vegetables. I love vegetables. I looked out at our garden, which was just dirt, and yelled "Grow, garden, grow."

Monica evidently thought that it helped the garden grow because she started yelling at the garden every so often.

Now Brita will go up to the back door, look at the garden, and yell, "Grow, garden, grow!" It's pretty stinking cute. See:



I think it's been working, too, because all sorts of plants (the good kind of plants) are starting to come up in our garden. Yeah for vegetables.