He looks like Bud

Bud says he loves our new tomato plant the way he would love his first-born. Every morning one of us has to lug the bucket out to the patio so he can get some sun (I named him Dumbledore but we mostly just call him the tomato plant) and then lug him back in at night so he doesn't get too cold. He already has a flower but that is not thanks to us, since he came with one. I will be happy if the flower doesn't die. Bud goes out to the patio on a regular basis to check on him and has asked me, at least ten times, if I think he's grown any. I keep saying yes encouragingly but then he'll eye is really close and say, "nah I'm not sure he has," and then asks me again. Sometimes he'll head for the sliding door and I just look at him and nod, yes I know, going to gaze at the green baby.