Calladiums by Davis

"Davis, we need to plant these." I held the pot of calladiums high for him to see. He frowned and I waited for what has become a little too familiar...complaining - whining about things I ask him to do. Sure enough it started: "No, mom. I don't want to." I put on my serious face and said, "You really need to stop arguing when I ask you to do something. We're all part of this family so you need to do your part!"

He looked at me and said, "But, mom, I made that pot." Ah-ha! Now I got it. He wasn't fussing about planting the calladiums, he was upset about burying his pot. I assured him that I loved his pot, too, and wouldn't dare hide it in the ground...just the calladiums.