"Let it grow, let it grow, let it blossom, let it flow" --Eric Clapton

In our house, the brightest, most cheerful room happens to be the laundry room. It is remarkably sunnier than the rest of the house.* So, it has become our conservatory, too.

Me: Come into the laundry room. It's gorgeous in here.

We stand, looking around at the variety of plants we have in the laundry room. I point to one that is tied multiple times to a stake to keep it from toppling over. It is taller than me.

Me: Look how happy that plant is!

Him: Oh, it's happy all right.

Me, observing how close it is to the ceiling: We'll have to buy a larger house for it.

Him, chuckling: We'll have to cut it back.

Me: Noooo! Look how happy it is!

Him: It'll be happier if we cut it back. If we cut it, it'll have two heads.

Me: Leave it to a man to think it'll be happier with two heads.



* Seriously, people remark.