So, Sylvia, my poinsettia went in the garbage yesterday. To my surprise, Gracie cried. She had maybe 3 leaves left. I couldn't display her, nor save her any longer. Later that day I was upstairs when I heard the kitchen cupboard open and Gracie saying with all sincerity, "Hi Sylvia!" to my plant in the garbage. On her last leaf, Gracie was giving Sylvia some loving attention.
Note to self: *Maybe your kids DO listen to what you say.
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