Planting Seeds of Love

Me: "What's this?"

K: "A present."

Me: "It is? Is it for me?"

K: "Uh-huh."

Me: "Why, thank you, K. That's awfully sweet of you. Should I open it?"

K: "Uh-huh."

Me: "Okay."

(peels the scotch tape off of the kleenex that has been carefull rolled up)


Me: "Oh my gosh, K. These look a little bit like seeds. Is that what they are? Seeds?"

K: "Uh-huh."

Me: "They sort of look like apple seeds. Are they apple seeds?"

K: "Uh-huh. You said the other day that you ate an apple and I know you like apples 'cuz you said you ate an apple. So I ate an apple and saved the seeds for you." (big, toothless smile)

Me: "Oh, K! That is so nice of you! I think I'll plant them and see if an apple tree grows!" Thank you for thinking of me. You are too sweet!"

K: "You're welcome."

(hug)