Planting Seeds

I realized this afternoon that Curious George has taught Nicholas some unique concepts that I would have never thought to introduce. As we planted flower seeds, Nicholas kept calling the dirt "compost."

As with nearly everything, he took the job of pouring dirt very seriously.

The seeds were so tiny, he kept asking, "Where are the seeds? They are all tangled!"

(if anyone can decipher what "all tangled" means to this boy, you win the prize. He's always saying that about anything he thinks needs fixing, is dirty or broken...but we've yet to pinpoint why he wants to call it "all tangled.")

After cleaning plenty of water spills with Nicholas using my large watering can, we've found his tea pot works perfectly.

Seriously, how long will it take to get flowers?