Pumpkin Pie is what a girlfriend of mine calls a “pocketbook kid” meaning he goes everywhere with me. As a pocketbook kid, he goes to Wegman’s every single day week. He has developed a habit of picking out odd fruits and vegetables to bring home to eat. When I say “picked out” I mean he gets a bag, puts the odd fruit or vegetable into the bag and then into the cart. By the time I realize what’s going on, he has had his grimy paws all over said freggie (Ooh! I just made that word up and you totally know what it means, don’t you!) and it is terribly bruised and I can hardly dump the bag back onto the display and say, “Nasty! We are so NOT buying THOSE!!” I have no idea where he got the radical idea that these things are for eating?! I don’t mean to imply we do not eat vegetables, we do. But we eat stuff like broccoli, green beans, and carrots. Pumpkin Pie wants me to get that weird spiky fruit that looks like spiders live inside it.
Two weeks ago he picked out Brussels Sprouts (I am sure they are wonderfully nutritious, but what on Earth was I supposed to do with those)? Last week he picked out snap peas and we brought those home. Today he took them out of the fridge and announced he was going to eat the “Whippersnap Peas”. And he did.
Enjoy these days. My “pocketbook” is 14, and doesn’t really like to go anywhere with me. I still remind him of all the fun we had together while “the girl” was in school: shopping, bowling, lunching, skating and having snuggle time. Some of the best times of my life.