It's late in the evening and Hubby and I are catching up on each others day. Hubby relays a Holy Terror story for me.
Little man came running in excited. "Daddy, daddy, daddy! Come see!"
Daddy followed him out to the back part of the yard where Holy Terror proudly pointed to some muddy dirt.
"Look Daddy, I put my apple seed in the ground and now we'll have a great big apple tree in the back yard."
A couple hours later, Hubby's friend is over and Holy Terror showcased his first gardening endeavor.
"Cool buddy. Are you going to swing on it when it gets bigger?" he asked.
"No. When it grows up I'll have all kinds of fresh apples to eat," Holy Terror said, thrilled.
As Hubby is relaying this story to me, there's an expression of overflowing pride. He gestures with his hand. "You don't understand, honey. He's one step away from growing his own food. If keeps up with taking care of the seed, it means he can survive and provide for himself."
I chuckle and kissed him. "Okay, proud papa."