Megan planted four corn plants this spring. Only one is 'knee-high by the 4th of July' – chipmunks dug up the other seeds – but I explained to Meg that at .250, if she was a Cub, she'd be nearly tops on the team. The Cubs are mediocre so far, but they'll get hot and win the division. And birth in Iowa – M 'n' m are Illinois born but not me – has many privileges, one is familiarity with catchy corn phrases. Of course, we know the use of nitrogen fertilizers and earlier planting dates has invalidated this old saying, and it's about yields, not height; a short stalk can out-yield a tall one. So there. Megan and Michael are tall, but productivity is what matters. Was that too forced (the parenting analogy I mean)? I remembered this is about parenting and not farming. Meg and I have tomatoes, beans, peppers, and basil this year too. We moonlight as farmers.
Happy 4th, especially to my friend Dave and his family.
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