“Dash out to the garden and grab me about six basil leaves, please,” I tell Thing One.
“I don’t know which one is basil,” Thing One laughs.
Remembering that Thing Three used to munch basil leaves through the fence in the garden when he could just stand, I corral him.
“Please go get me six basil leaves.”
“Which one is basil?”
“It has long green leaves and tiny white flowers.”
Not quite.
RIP Zinnia
Thing One laughs again. “Even I know that’s not basil!”
We did get everything straightened out and now basil has been determined so my zinnias may grow in peace.
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