Gardening

Late this morning, after settling down at work, I got a call from my Mom. But before she could speak, Todd, knowing she was calling me, clamored to talk on the phone. The following conversation ensued:

Toddy: Hi Mommy!
Mommy: Hi Sweetie!
Toddy: I want to cut the grass!
Mommy: Oh, you're cutting the grass, are you?
Toddy: But Oma needs to cook, and (unintelligible) needs water!
Mommy: Huh? What needs water?
Toddy: The plants!
Mommy: Oh, you're watering the plants?
Toddy: No, Oma watering the plants!

Hee hee... guess the little man was helping Oma in the garden, cutting the grass (with his scissors, no doubt) before she had to go back inside to get lunch ready.