"Look, Mama, these are organic! Can we get them then?" Audrey asked me at the market the other day as she presented me with a can of Pringles.
"Organic? What do you mean?" I asked her.
O-R-I-G-I-N-A-L she spelled out pointing to the letters on the can.
"Sound it out, Aud." I told her. A few moments later she softly commented, "Oh, original, not organic, " she replied, deflated. I let her buy them anyway.
Later that evening en route to Olivia's piano recital (after the grocery and bank run, a quick dinner out, and preparing the batter for Snickerdoodles for her early birthday party at school) Audrey said, "You're one busy mama. I wonder how you do it sometimes." Was this my four year old talking or a girlfriend? How do parents do it? We all find our way somehow...Apparently, she did not see the yummy frothy Porter beer I ordered over dinner while they enjoyed their chicken fingers--details, details.
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