The Family’s tiny yard is fairly heavily planted: shrubs, flowers, vegetables, and trees crowd our little piece of ground. Now that I have gotten over the fear of our garden, I can honestly say that I would have it no other way.You have all probably caught on by this point that The Kidling is no fool. That said, she does occasionally require a reminder of which things in the yard are consumable (raspberries, arugula) and which are not (basically everything else).
Last week, Alice was picking the berries from one of our shrubs. I think it was a honeysuckle, but the truth is once the flowers are spent, I don’t remember what is what. When I admonished her to keep her mitts off the berries, she gave me “the look.” “The look” says, ‘Duh Mom. What, do you think I’m three? I know better than to eat these berries. Sheesh!” Upon translating the look into the previous sentence, I decided more detail was required.
“But Alice, they could make Margot* sick,” I reminded her. She thought for approximately 0.7 seconds before responding, “We’ll just let her throw it up, and then we’ll clean the puke up, okay?”
Ummmm, no. No it is not okay.
So I went the next logical step. I scared the bejeezers out of her. Or, should I say, I tried: “Alice, if those berries are poisonous, then Margot might die.” I congratulated myself on successful execution of the exaggeration-for-the-purpose-of-compliance move and thought we were done.
After thinking for three seconds, The Kidling responded, “Well, that’s okay because… if she does we’ll just… put her where Esti** is.”
“Sweetie,” I replied, “let’s just not pick the berries so we can be certain Margot doesn’t eat them and die.”
Ever the planner, Alice declared, “Well, let’s just hope she’ll never be dead, but if she does, we’ll just do that. Okay?”
* Margot is this adorable dog:
** Esti is this beautiful girl, who passed away last year after 10 ridiculously silly years: