Bictoria the Apple Tree

I was drying my hair this morning when Isaac came in and said "Mom, I need to tell you something!" So I turned off the dryer to listen.

"You can eat apple seeds, but they might give you a tummy ache."

"Oh, OK. I don't wnat a tummy ache, so I won't eat any apple seeds."

"Yeah, don't eat any apple seeds, OK?"

"OK. Would I grow an apple tree in my belly if I ate an apple seed?"

"Well, Bictoria (Victoria) ate an apple seed and an apple tree grew up in her belly!" He said, drawing his finger up his belly to illustrate the growth of the tree.

"Really? What do seeds need to grow in?"

"What?"

"Dirt, right? Is there dirt in Victoria's belly?"

"No, but the seed spit out its own dirt and water and started to grow."

"Seeds also need sunshine to grow. Is there sunshine in Victoria's belly?"

"Her bones made the sunshine and kept her company. And the tree started to grow and grow and it went all the way up (showing me on his own belly chest and neck the growth of the tree) and came out her mouth and we picked the apples and ate them! And Bictoria was a great big apple tree!"

"Did Victoria the apple tree still have pretty red curly hair?"

"Yeah, and she talked!"