"Mama's going to dig a hole and then you can put the plant in."
Nods seriously. Watches intently as I dig a hole with the trowel.
"Okay, put the plant in the hole."
He thrusts the mint in the hole, roots up. "He's goin to bed."
I smile. "That's right. The plant is in bed. Turn it upside-down, so the green part is up."
He flips it. "He's tired. Going nighty night."
I laugh. "Now help Mama put the dirt back."
He pats down the dirt with his surprising large hands. "You puttin on a bwanket."
He peers down at the little dirt-speckled plant. "Here you go, pwant. Here's your bwanket. You thirsty? Want a dwink of water?"
And then I promptly melt into a pile of mush right there on the garden patio.