I don't know what it is about Griff, but he's fixated...
This is a post from 2 1/2 years ago. See the spiky apple bit?
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| Top of the tree |
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Bottom of the tree -
can't see the peony from this view |
Yesterday morning he was staring out the front window at our pine tree. He doesn't sit still like that very often, so I stopped to see what he was looking at. He finally asked...
Mom, will that tree grow pinecones or pineapples?
Can you imagine the poor boy's disappointment?!
Jon sat down with him and described a pineapple plant and how pineapples are harvested - by 14 year old boys who are apparently kidnapped and sold into slavery. I've never said that Jon's completely accurate in his teaching, but who am I to argue his point? Maybe it happens. Sure makes it sound like blood diamonds or something though doesn't it?
Anyway. I've been tasked with getting Griff a pineapple at the store today. I'm happily obliged.
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