Esmé brought home a smooth, green pod of some kind when she went to the park with Jack and Hawk. She brought it up to me in my office and asked what it was from, but I had no idea.
“Okay, then.” She held it close to her face, examining it. ”I’ll plant it and see what grows. It might be a Martian.”
“Might be.” (I’m not a mama for much conversation when I’m writing. Which is what I was doing.)
“It might be some kind of dinosaur egg.”
“Might be.”
“It might be magical and have magic berries.”
“Indeed.”
“Maybe it’s something that no one has every grown before ever in the whole wild world! A new discovery!”
“It’s possible. Yup.”
“I’m going to find out.” She closed it into her palm. ”I need a knife.”
“Baba can get you one.”
“A sharp one.”
“Yup.”
“I’m going to dissect it and research it extensively, Mama. I have some grapes to plant too. It’ll be amazing.”
“Sounds good.” I went back to my manuscript. ”See you later.”
