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Gardening, My New Hobby

Dad planted the prettiest petunias, marigolds and pansies around the base of our tree in the backyard. That compost/potting soil smelled soooo good, but I just watched while dad made everything pretty for mom to see when she got home. When dad called mom at home while he was on break (remember he works nights now) he asked how it looked, I heard her tell him, " I'm sure it looked better while he was home".......how was I to know that the sweet smelling dirt wasn't for me to have fun in and the flowers were not toys for me to toss in the yard?
Dad asked mom if she spanked me, and she said , " of course I did. She did not spank me, she just held a flower to my face and I turned away in shame...., but I didnt get a spanking . She could tell by my face that I felt bad, she just said "bad boy" and I looked down then I did the wiggle-butt dance and she kissed me! My mama loves me!!! I sure hope dad doesn't read this!! Yikes!