As you can see the soil is wet.  Upon seeing his poor wanna-be flower on the brink of death, the little guy ran to the bathroom to baptise it in water, hoping to bring life back again.  I felt too guilty to crush his dream. 

It seems my plant butchering talent has now expanded to include crepes.  I had the grand ambition today to make us fruit crepes for breakfast.  I have never attempted to make a crepe before, but didn't think I would have any problems.  But instead of creating an eye pleasing breakfast, my talent took over.  The mission:  To mutilate and destroy beyond all recognition.  The Target:  The unsuspecting Crepe.

As you can see, this was not a successful attempt.  What started out as a fun breakfast adventure, turned into a batter flinging, crepe crushing, nightmare.  Most of them ended up dumped unceremoniously into the trash, but the few I was able to salvage I filled with cut up nectarines, kiwi, and banana.  Once sprinkled with a little powdered sugar, I was able to pass them off to my son as something halfway edible.  Apparently I need to do a little more research and practising of my crepe making technique.