Thursday, October 20, 2005
Carrots
I just had to put this one out there ... it really made me laugh out loud:
- Got Gnat, hit the grocery store, since I was out of peanuts and Frosty Paws. And by “out of” I mean I was down to the backups. Gnat saw some “organic” carrots – as distinct from the metallic versions they usually sell – and was transfixed by the leafy stalks. She remembered my tale of eating carrots at Grandma’s farm, fresh from the ground, how there was nothing better, how every other version of carrot, from raw to baby to evil-cooked-carrots to tasteless orange jots in Campbell’s soup, was just a pale reflection of the Platonic Ideal of Carrothood. She wanted some. I bought some. At home she had one and pronounced it delicious; she wanted another, but I said it was too close to supper. She persisted. I repeated. She persisted. I realized: my child wants another raw carrot, and I’m saying no. Idiot. Here you go, hon.
“Thanks! They’re good for my eyes, too.” They always use the health pitch.
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