Spent a few hours of the afternoon on a video call trying to get my Grandkids to plant an egg in the ground to grow a chicken tree. I asked them to video it...but no such luck.
I told them if they plant the whole carton, one day they'd have a chicken orchard. They humored me with one.
I told them they'd have a tree in 6 months with chickens to pick, and my daughter reminded me that's February. I said she had no experience with chicken trees and who am I to question nature.
They even put rocks around it so nobody would step on it...and drew an arrow with chalk and explained the situation.
Kids are great. I don't think any of them believe in chicken trees, but they still enjoyed the silliness and humoured an old man that loves them.
That is the definition of priceless.
I have to be honest.
I needed that.
Love those kids.
