The Strudel Tree/Cleanup in the Hundred Acre Wood.

This morning I heard Little A’s voice continuously. She was humming her little work/mess stuff up song, so first I checked the bathrooms. No damage. Everything was cool in the kitchen. No Little A, yet the song continued. I opened the patio door curtains and lo and behold, Little A was in the flowerbed, covered in dirt up to her knees and elbows, “planting” her strudel.
I blame Winnie the Pooh for this. One of her favorite stories is Pooh’s Honey Tree, where Pooh mistakenly thinks he can plant a jar of honey and get a tree out of the deal. I don’t know if she connected the dots or what, but I really was not prepared for that little lesson in toddler horticulture. Then again, her dad HAS been really into the whole planting thing lately.
I am so thankful that she did not do this yesterday or the day before. It was WAY too hot for this kind of stuff.