Finally, the stinky plant at the U.S. Botanic Garden has bloomed!
Mason and I strolled to see the plant yesterday morning. But it didn't stink at all, which I found a little disappointing. (I overhead someone saying that the fumes are worst around midnight. And there were mobs of people there, so perhaps the plant's scent was overpowered by the crowds.)
Mason was bored. He kept signing "all done" and saying "Go!" He had no idea what a huge deal it is to see this plant in bloom!
However, one day, when Mason is older and he's fallen in love with this book, I'll pull out these pictures and tell him the story of how we waited for days and then went in search of the big stink, when he was almost two.