miss priss

Several little plants sit on the kitchen window sill. This is one of my favorites. Matt found the funny tea cup buried out in the yard and cleaned it out, and I potted up the little succulents last fall. When I did that, I particularly had Della in mind. I thought it would appeal to her 5 year old senses.

Last night she was watering all the plants around the house and came to this one.

'I am NOT watering it.' she declared.

'Why on earth not?' I asked.

'Because this thing FREAKS ME OUT!'

'WHAT? I did it just for you!' I dramatically lamented, hands on hips.

And do you know what she said?

She looked at me as though I've been a disappointment from day one. She shook her little head.

'Well, Mom, thanks for trying, I guess.'

She said that!

And went on her merry little way.

This is what they call foreshadowing in literary circles.

Oh dear!