My kid once attended a Montessori school and they had a garden. Like a one acre garden. The kids grow things and pick veggies and make their own salads for lunch. And one day my then-10 year old was told to pick the basil and bring it inside for lunch salad time.

Meanwhile the kids are used to frolicking in the garden and eating whatever they want: raspberries, strawberries, bits of rosemary, tomatoes. Everything is ok!

Then I get the emergency phone call one day.

Kayda let’s us know every day who her mother is

I hope Melanie hears what Kayda said about her. 🫶🏾

me and my norwegian cousin

I like the way Toddlers will point out a newborn and call them a baby with the hard “Er”