“What are you doing?”, I asked my son.
He gave me a guilty look. “Nothing!”
“There is something”, I insisted. “Tell me, what’s in your hand?”
“This!” He had a slab of chocolate in his palm.
“What were you doing with that?”
“I was going to plant it”, he confessed. “Then it would have become a chocolate plant, and given me many chocolate fruits.”
I should have told him things didn’t really work that way; that only seeds grew into plants. But I couldn’t. “Plants take a long time to grow”, I told him. “You may have to wait long.”