This morning Stephanie told me her Christmas tree had arrived.
– I’m going to put it up, she announced, although it’s early!
– Don’t worry, I assured her, mine arrived the 3rd of December, and I’ve had it up since then.
She stared at me:
– But it must be dead by now!
I laughed:
– No, I water it, of course!
– What do you mean, water it?!
– It is a plant after all, I said patiently. It needs water.
– Oooh, said Stephanie slowly. I never knew.
She pauses, and then admits:
– My dad used to grow Christmas trees. We sold hundreds every Christmas.
Fancy that, I thought to myself. And she never knew it’s a plant!
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