So, on Mother's Day while K and Meg changed the snow tires for regular tires on all three cars (Meg got to take off all the lugnuts after K loosened them) Amy hung out in the hammock chatting with me as I watered all the seeds. Then when I got out string and scissors her interest was piqued.
What are you doing?
Cutting string for the peas.
They need something to climb up.
Otherwise they will fall over.
How do they climb up?
They have curly little hands that wind around the string.
I wanna do it, too!
We started tying the strings on and Amy realised that I was about twice as fast as she was. She was worried that she wouldn't get to tie many and asked (ok demanded) that I stop and let her do it by herself.
And so I did.
And so she did.
And the only time I interfered was when I intervened to suggest that the peas would find the string in their own time and didn't need her 'encouragement' to wind around the strings.