Lucy: Where do baby carrots come from?
Me: The refrigerator. Ranchsitter #7 left them and we have to use them up before they rot.
Lucy: That isn't what I meant.
Me: I know, but I didn't want you to be frightened by the truth.
Lucy: Actually, they could come from Mars for all I care.
I just know that I loves me some baby carrots.
Hank: Dare I say these are better than watermelon? No messy drips and
they make my eyes pop out of my head just as much.
George: Wait. There's two of us and only one baby carrot.
Alan: What's your point?
George: Baby carrots put a smile on my face and a twinkle in my eye.
George: I also hear they're very good for dental health.
Now before you get all "you're gonna lose a finger feeding baby carrots that way" on me, understand that
it's a sacrifice I've chosen to make in the name of better pictures. The boys' eyes light up
when I wave a baby carrot in front of their faces, much more so than with the safer
"place it in the palm of the flat hand" method.
Hank: You need to work on your aim, mom. I can't eat it with my nose.
Me: I'm multi-tasking here. Give me a break.
A solution to the two-headed four-eyed baby-carrot-eating monster dilemma?
I'd call that a win win.
Me: Patience, Alan. George is still chewing.
Me: These are the last two in the bag, boys.
George: Put them on the grocery list, please.
Me: Count on it. This was fun.