Leaves

My daughter picked a leaf off a newly planted shrub today. It was a fascinating leaf, rounded on the edges, the green just starting to bleed into a fall red.

"Don't pick leaves off the plants," I instructed her. "The plant needs those to be healthy."

As I reflected on this moment in time, I remember a time when I either told my grandfather that I liked to fold leaves or he saw me doing it. He corrected me sharply for having done so. I remember being a taken aback and confused. But the tree had so many leaves!  My grandfather, like me today, was a lover of plants and gardening.

So who is correct here? The mini me or the adult me?