Today I was comforted by being horrified, shocked and given the giggles at the grocery store.
Two boys were trying their best to not ask for much as their dad grabbed a pound of meat and bagged salad. I met up with them at the cashier who was next to a table full temptations. With the utmost eagerness they salivate without presumption to ask for any. They simply shout, "oh, SUGAR cookies and cupcakes!"
The little one who had to be a plump eight years of wonder touched my carrots and asked in earnest, "what are those?" I tried to hide my shock and cooly replied, "those are carrots." My mind swimming with horror, seriously kid? I squash* those thoughts down and think about the proper solution to his ignorance. This kid needs to get in the kitchen with mom or dad!
On the way home I thought about the last time Bailey helped me in the kitchen. It's been awhile. But the saving grace is he knows his vegetables, fruits, and peanut butter sandwiches. I think I won't fret too much over dessert.
As for that little boy, perhaps he was confused because the orange root was perched on top of my cupcakes.
(*squash: I wonder if he knows what that is...)
