Ahaha the title makes me laugh. Yes, the pun IS intended. You’ll see here in a second.

P may kill me for this one, but here goes.

P had a pet broccoli named Marker.

Yes.

Broccoli.

As a pet.

That was named Marker.

Did you hear me?!

Broccoli.

As. A. PET.

I’ve known about Marker for several years now but I’m sitting here typing this and still laughing to myself.

No wait.

Out loud.

I’m laughing out loud.

It’s just that bizarre.

Marker was a tiny broccoli stem that my sister housed on her windowsill. You know, because everyone knows that’s the perfect spot for a dog broccoli house!

I can’t prove it, but I think there was even a possibility Marker had a posse of other tiny vegetable friends to include Carrot, Green Bean, and Parsnip.

I’m almost positive P cried the day my mom threw Marker away. You would have thought an event like this- an event in which you found out your young daughter had resorted to keeping a small foodstuff as a pet- would lead you to think, “Hmm… maybe we should get a dog after all…”

However, that did not happen. We didn’t get a dog for years later. Huh…