It was an ordinary Sun morning, much like any other, kids messing up the playroom, Daddy cooking breakfast and just general mayhem. It took my brain a while to register what my youngest was saying "I pick, I pick, I pick" and by the time I turned to tell her –“honey,no picking the plants” it was too late. She was pretty upset too.
Livy at the scene of the crime
Rest in peace my little sprout.