Charlie got an itchy green thumb yesterday. He wanted to plant something and nurture it and watch it thrive. I, on the other hand, had JUST committed to quit buying houseplants only to kill them slowly. (And the worse part is that I kill them, but then unceremoniously leave their browned carcasses to sit on desks and windowsills and tables in the vain hope that if I water them enough they might spring back to leafy greenness. so sad.)
Here's what we did:
We went to Michaels and got 8 squares of their fake grass. He got to nurture it, by having to clip it all together-- that was a task and a half. I got the wire basket out of the garage where it used to house extension cords.