There is only plant in our house that is within Alex's grasp. Every so often, he brings me a present of one the leaves, but for the most part he leaves it alone. The times we have had an issue, he is driving a truck or motorcycle through it and getting dirt everywhere. He drives through it, I remind him that he is not supposed to play in the plant, we move on.
So I was fairly surprised when I walked into the living room yesterday and saw potting soil all over the side table. I made him come in there, and I asked him what happened. Apparently he was digging for treasure. Try as I may, I cannot get mad at that. It is just too funny.
He slept horribly last night and woke up at 5:10. Maybe my sleepy eye boogers will provide a new treasure search site.
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