My husband went shopping with my son the other day and they brought back a little bag with just a few green beans in it. I didn't know what to make of it but my husband told me that they're magic beans. Harry wanted them.
So today we had to plant the magic beans. Harry grabbed the bag and marched (yes, marched) outside. I suggested the nasturtium garden where Calico's buried. For a minute he seemed to agree and then nixed that. Then I suggested under our big poplar tree.
"No! 'The tree will fall down!"
I wasn't getting something. To be fair, I'd just woken up from a nap. Anyway, I just followed him after that.
He picked a patch of ground in the middle of the lawn. I grabbed a spade, turned over the sod and he deposited the beans, pods and all. I flipped over the sod and stamped it down.
Harry looked up into the sky and said, "I gonna climb into outer space!"
Of course. Planting those magic beanstalk beans in the garden would have ruined it. Planting them under the tree would have knocked it down. Good planning my son.
The job done he marched (yes marched) back to the house and called out as he went, "Come on Mom! Now we gotta wait."
And that we will.