Suuuure....
That was...I think....June. We took our cup home, the Monkey and I planted the seeds just how the directions said to, and set it on the window sill in the kitchen. Everyday I would look, but there'd be nothing peaking out of the dirt. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
I think it was last week that the hubby picked the cup up and kind of shook his head. I almost threw it away then, thinking that that was a 50 cents I'd never see again (oh, gosh, not really; I was just bummed that my punkin dreams had been dashed). But, being the pack rat that I am...I didn't. I couldn't let go. I wasn't ready.
And then........................last night...................I was standing at the sink, washing out the Monkey's sippy cups, when I glanced at the punkin cup and saw a small flash of green. I froze. Could it be? Had the punkin sprouted??

OH MY GOSH!!! It had!!! We have a little baby punkin sprout!! And even though I wasn't feeling well I couldn't help doing a happy punkin dance.
And now I am completely terrified. I don't know what to do. Well, I have to let it grow until it has leaves, and then transplant it. Transplant.....I'm not a freakin' surgeon!! So I'm scared. But, I guess we'll dance that dance when the music plays. For now, I'm just proud that we have a little baby plant.
I think the moral of this story is pretty clear today: Don't give up on the things you believe in!!!
Lol great lesson! I love it =D
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