The Funniest Grandpa Story I Know

Last summer, my wife and I got to drop in on him un-announced. Grandpa was out in the yard, working on his tomato plants. He had 25-30 plants that he'd recently put in, and was putting up some wire cages around them.

"Yeah," he agreed. He pointed at each plant individually. "That one's Alan, and that one's Bob, and Charlie, and Dutch, and Eleanor and Faye
Now, I've changed the names here because that's what I do in this blog. :) But every name he mentioned was somebody from our family. Siblings, Children, Grand-Children, Cousins ... All names that I know.
I wasn't quite sure what to think. "Really?..."
Grandpa just nodded. "I always name my tomato plants."
I *still* wasn't sure what to think. "Really?..."
Then he looked right at me. "But I never name one after you."
"Why don't you name one after me?", I asked.
"Every time I name a tomato plant after you, it dies."
Gardeners, take note. I just might be the reason your crops are failing.
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