This week I've learnt that Mum's bonsais are off limits. I like to potter around the balcony and explore the plants. I pull leaves off the mint bush; apparently that's okay. I also pull leaves off the gardenia; Mum is less keen about that, but lets me do it a little bit. But when I started picking at the soil on one of the little trees Mum barked out, 'JAZZIE', and I jumped a foot off the ground. I turned and looked at her while she pointed and rambled a bit. Then I turned back to the bonsai and picked at the dirt again. She yelled at me again and I jumped off the ground again. The third time I actually managed to get a mouthful of dirt before she picked me up and took me inside. I didn't mind the dirt, but I did mind the rough wiping out job that Mum did on me afterwards. She shoved a face washer in my mouth and tried to scoop all the bits out. It was horrible. I much perferred the dirt, which really didn't taste bad at all. Quite like the mud I tasted at Granny's, actually.