Do Green Thumbs skip a generation?

Grandma Lyla has a spectacular green thumb. She can make a cactus grow in the snow. Growing I was blessed with fresh fruits and veggies from the garden all summer. In the winter I was blessed with an indoor jungle. We couldn't let all of those plants just die, don'tcha know. She faithfully dug them up, repotted them for the winter, then created a jungle in our living room. She cared for each plant. She even had one plant (a philodendron) at work that she kept alive for 30 years. I remember when I was little, this plant reached around her cubicle several times. By the time she was done, it wove around no less than four cubicles; a touch of green in the desert of beige.

Generation number two, my brother and I, have much to be desired in the way of plants. Though I hear Jonathan is great at yard work, like mowing and moving rocks around, the actual plants are not so much his forte. I, with all of my special skills and abilities, have the very special talent of killing every green thing that comes into my home. To date it has consisted of several paper whites in college, that famed philodendron plant my mother could keep alive for 30 years (not THE plant, but a cutting from it), and two plants my pastor gave me. One of which is a cactus. There's got to be some sort of special parental look God gives people who kill gifts given from pastors. Sorry, it's just not my deal! Not for lack of effort.

So now we are placing all our hopes on generation number three. Kylie Rose. So far, so good: 

She has been a champ, watering all of the plants in the back yard.