I always have such high hopes for this one - idealistic visions of my toddler's delight at sprinkling seeds in the holes I've made, chubby fingers gently patting the soil down around freshly planted seedings, my ten year old begging for her own space to grow her favorites...
It never quite looks that way though.
This afternoon, my son pulled up all the onions. He was so pleased with himself, having made some sort of tipi/lean-to variation with all those little onions snuggled up against my broccoli, which was thankfully still standing.
I was...not so pleased. I've been coddling those onions! Snuggling them up under an old beach sarong when the night time temps go below freezing!
I tried being stern, but in spite of his antics, he's my little golden boy. You may see misbehavior, but I see creative problem solver every time. I am always secretly impressed, even when I am re-planting every last onion set.