Bub is devastated by my inability to keep a house plant alive.

I bought some kind of spiky plant and I thought it looked fantastic on the hearth.  But, looking good and living are two separate things.  The plant is rapidly dying much closer to sunlight but I'm not holding out hope.

Bub told me,  I don't like the plant looking like that!

I explained that the plant wasn't going to make it and that it would go into the woods and would help other plants live, that this is the cycle of life.   Great life lesson I thought.

No,  Mama! I want the plant to make it!

Oh,  Bub.  Here he is, trying to rise above his grief with a game of fishing.