There were more. I had to thin the flock, and the first 'pinch' was hard, in ways I feel dumb talking about. There are times I look at them and feel like we're ready to go out into the garden right now, if they've survived ten or so days of of my overbearing love, and still managed to sprout their first sets of true leaves (the microscopic green bits in the very middle of each seedling), why not? And then I look at this picture, and realize how small they are, how much further they have to go before we're even close to anything that counts.
Which is why I'm feeding them Human Growth Hormone.