So about two months ago Ella and I are at the park playing. I look down and
see an uprooted baby plant. It was kind of sad all by itself left there on the curb
to die. We ran home grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with some dirt and put
the baby plant in it. Ella named it Bob, or at least that's what it sounded like.
Anyway, Bob is doing great. He loves getting watered daily and loves the view
from the window seal.
On a side note Becca keeps having these dreams that Bob grows so large
that he overtakes our apartment and eats us... I hope that doesn't happen.
If Bob ever gets the idea, I'll just remind him about that day he was going to
die and we saved him.
Stay strong Bob... not too strong.
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