This is a raised planter in our backyard. It is not treated very nicely. Sprinklers don’t sprinkle very well here. Dogs hop up there and chase each other around the tree. Sad little agapanthus plants get trampled down.
Grant was up there on the edge, looking like he was thinking of stepping into the planter. (You moms know that look…)
“Grant, please get down from there and don’t step into the planter.”
“What planter?”
“Right here. This circle.”
“Um, hellooo. It’s an octagon!”
I stand corrected. Attention all creatures. Stay out of the damn octagon!
It must have been REALLY hard to keep a straight face with that one!
HA! That is so something my Sierra would say. It’s all about the arguing these days. I mean, really, everyone knows a six year old has way more life experience than a mom, puhleeze!
Way too funny! Love when they come back with ones like that!!
How’d I miss this post?
I cling to my puter, and always want to come over and tell you how much I enjoy your posts, how clever you are.
Now I think maybe Grant is the clever-est one.
This kid is a HOOT.
Sometimes you don’t know whether to laugh or smack them!
In my case… I smack them then laugh!
Kidding. Nobody call child services!
Octagon! What a little smarty pants.
The more I hear about Grant, the more I know that Grant and Isaiah would get along well.
Too funny! ☺