My seven year old daughter and I are besties. We pinkie promise each other every day that we’ll see each other after school. We do sleepovers in each other’s rooms on weekends, and we build and share completely obnoxious ice cream sundaes in buckets. I remind her that it’s time to brush her teeth, and she reminds me that it’s time to play a game. We’ve got each other’s backs. And we love to plant our garden together. So, when I shared with her that some of the plants in our garden were missing their best friends and that they needed to be saved from the cooties, she was all over it. Read More