We went for a walk this afternoon and passed a yard that was full of plastic spoons. A shitload of spoons, maybe 200 of them, handles stuck into the earth. I don't know if it's some new-fangled (or old-fashioned) aeration technique of which I've never heard, or if it's the work of a crazy person (I'm leaning toward the latter), but JJ and The Peanut thought it was the most amazing thing ever.
As soon as we came home, we planted our own little patch of plastic cutlery: we were out of plastic spoons, so we used forks instead. The kids have different hypotheses about what will happen. The Peanut predicts that the forks will grow to be gigantic, "as big as a MOUNTAIN!" JJ suspects that they won't grow, but they might fall over or get dirty or be chewed by critters. (We have a raccoon problem.)
"I can't wait to see what happens," one young scientist pronounced as he watered the forks. His colleague was more interested in practical applications: "I going to use my giant fork to eat a big, BIG pancake!"