Whenever I water, whether he's thirsty or not, he thinks it's his duty to drink from the hose. I really think so. Here's how I think his mind works; he sees the water running, and thinks, "Oh, Look! Mom is running fresh water for me. I better drink some, even if it makes me sick (which it inevitably does) so she'll know that I appreciate her. I wonder why she always makes me stick my head in the flowers to get it? She's odd, but I love her."
I am a Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Daughter and Granddaughter. These are the people for whom I am notating provenance. I am married to the husband of my youth. I love truth, beauty, honesty, nature and goodness, and abhor the opposites. I diligently protect myself from invasions into my psyche. I am a Christian, dyed in the wool.