Scene: TD is playing quietly on the kitchen floor. H and I are rounding up the kids and gear to head to the local farmer’s market.
H: Come on TD, it’s time to put your shoes on and go to the farmer’s market.
TD: (Audible sigh) I don’t want to go… can’t you just hire a sitter for me?
Ah, she is so smart. She’s already figured out a way to get out of tedious errands. She was clearly forgetting the tasty treats (Pumpkin bread! Fresh fruit! Kettle Corn! Gelato! Italian Cream Cake!) that always accompany the farmer’s market. It’s what gets me out the door each time. That and cheap produce.
