Claire has been pretty into making a “heart” shape with her hands like this lately.
She’ll spring it on you. Suddenly there’s just this heart-shaped hand in front of you, and it’s like “whoa!” and she wants you to complete the heart. 😆 Apparently I’m the worst at it. Claire’s like “That’s so ugly, Dad!” 😂
With Claire off at a camp, I had Molly to myself tonight. We stopped by Wataburger at her special request and took it for a picnic on the way home.
At the Whataburger, Molly launched two riddles at me.
The first was “Are there more wheels or doors?” I asked, “Do you mean, like, in the whole world?”. “Yep!” she said.
Looking out at the parking lot and street, I initially said, “It’s got to be wheels.” But Molly pointed out that while every car has four wheels, it has four doors too. And the office building across the streets easily had hundreds of doors. And cabinets. Also, something about legos. 🤷🏻♂️
I was convinced. Doors it is!
At the park, Molly asked if water is wet.
Again, my initial instinct was wrong. 😆. “Of course it’s wet. It’s water.” After some discussion and demonstrations on the picnic table and sidewalk, we decided that water is not wet because “wet” describes a liquid sticking to a solid. Since water is already a liquid, it cannot be wet.
We googled it and found that “Liquid water is not itself wet, but can make other solid materials wet.” 🤯
Finally, I attempted to “get” Molly with the Dichotomy Paradox, which basically says that in theory, you can never walk from one point to another because no matter how far you go, you always still have halfway to go. 🤷🏻♂️ Real-world experiments showed that this is obviously false in the real world but true in math. Hmm. 🤔
Anyways, it was fun goofing around talking philosophical 💩 with Molly on this beautiful spring evening.
When the Great Polar Blast of 2021 hit back in February, all the bushes out front froze to death. Buy August, I had finally accepted the loss and asked the yard guys to cut the dead bushes down without mercy.
Left with a small but barren patch of yard with nothing but dirt and the nubs of dead bushes, I decided to make use of the land (and the automated drip irrigation) to grow some food. I had always wanted to do an urban vegetable garden, and now it was basically thrust upon me, waiting directly outside the front door, teasing me to make it so.
Of course, I could never leave Molly, our curious little naturalist, out of such a plan. She would definitely make it fun and bring new ideas to the table.
So Molly and I went to Sledd Nursery on a Saturday morning to consult with the local experts. We left Sledd with $70 worth of seeds for a “fall” crop and two bags of basically fancy dirt.
At the last minute, Molly added in some wheatgrass starters because she wanted to make wheatgrass juice. 🤷🏻♂️. I asked her, “Have you ever had wheatgrass juice?” She said no but she had “seen it on YouTube” and it “looked good”. Why not? I’m trying to say yes to my kids whenever I can, to encourage their confidence and curiosity.
We went home and planted patches of broccoli, squash, corn, parsley, and arugula. I crossed my fingers. 🤞
After a couple of weeks, the wheatgrass was doing better than anything else out there.
So we trimmed some wheatgrass (it’s indistinguishable from “regular” grass), tossed it in the blender with some water, and strained the juice. The resulting juice was supposedly healthy but had the bright fluorescent green color of lime Jello.
And it tasted like… grass water. One step away from dirt water.
Molly had a couple of sips and called it a day. “It’s gross, Dad.”
I added salt and Tabasco. That upgraded it to spicy ocean water. 😋 I think the rest of the wheatgrass is for me. But thank you, Molly, for the cool idea. Let’s see how you like arugula later.
Claire wanted to do some baking, so we picked a lemon pound cake recipe. It was a fun project and an expensive cake – $39 in supplies since I don’t do a lot of baking. At least we’re all set for the next baking project now.