Johnny Orangeseed

"Guess what I did, today?" my eleven-year-old son said when he came home from school.

"What did you do?" I couldn't wait to hear this one.

"I planted the orange seeds from the orange you gave me in my lunch."

"You did?" I asked. "I'm not sure they'll grow here. It might get too cold for them in the winter."

"I didn't plant all of them outside," he said. "I planted some inside."

"Where?" I asked.

"In the cafeteria."

"What?" I couldn't imagine where this was going.

"Yeah. The janitor doesn't do a very good job of sweeping, so I made a pile of dirt and garbage with my feet under the table and planted one there."

I tried not to laugh. "Seriously? Don't you think that's going to get swept up?"

He shook his head. "No. It'll be there for at least a year." He continued. "I planted more, too."

"Where, Bubba? In the bathroom?"

He grinned. "How did you guess?"

I shook my head. "It seemed like something you would do.  Where in the bathroom did you plant it?" 

"I took a paper towel, got it wet, and wrapped the seed inside. Then I put it under the sink. I'm sure the janitor won't see it."

Okay.

(He also planted some seeds outside in the class garden. Any bets on which ones will come up first?)