G's early preschool class is learning about spring and how things grow. When I picked him up the other day, he was gripping a plastic cup filled with wheatgrass that he had grown at school. "I made it!" he said. Then he insisted on holding it--carefully, with two hands--all the way home.
In other news, it's supposed to be in the 60s today. It hardly feels like we had a winter, but we're not complaining.

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