After I recovered, I went outside to praise my children for their independence and thoughtfulness.
I found my trio hovered around the garden hose, taking turns filling up their plastic watering cans. "Thanks guys," I said, turning off the hose, "But the flowers don't need to be watered today; it just rained."
"We're not watering the flowers," said Cortlen, dumping his bucket of water on a freshly turned patch of soil. "We're watering our apple trees."
That's when I noticed the plastic bag lying on the ground. The one that used to contain half a dozen Braeburns.
After a brief interrogation and a few excavations, I discovered that my kids planted the seeds from their snacks in my flower bed. Upon learning that becoming Johnny Appleseed took a lot of hard work, they decided that the job went a lot faster if they simply planted the whole apple.