We three went to the Farmer’s Market the other day for new plants and whatever delicious produce we could find and ended walking away with so much more. Mainly, a basic tip on how not to raise Dash.

Cruel Mom says while walking by us: But then we’ll bring all these plants home and they’ll end up dead.
Sincere 6-year-old daughter: No they won’t.

Cruel Mom says while walking past us two minutes later: Ok. We’ll get one and when it dies I’ll take the money out of your savings account.

Dear Dash,

I love you so much. Please please please don’t grow up too fast.

Sincerely,
Mommy

p.s. I guess this means we ought to start baby-proofing the house? We have our work cut out for us.

But what’s the bigger danger here? Pile of old window frame with rusty nails? Mer mistaking Dash for small prey?
Yeah, we have a lot to do to make a safe home for you, little one.