We were going to go to Kaleidoscope and garage saling today, Mo's choices. Then she made another kind of choice, the Bad Choice variety, cut up some of my home grown tomatoes ripening on the counter and threw the lot of them in the trash can.
It wasn't a total loss, I was able to rescue and wash quite a bit of unharmed fruit, but Daddy doesn't have a sense of humor when it comes to the harvest. Bad enough to waste food, but food that came at that much expense, sweat, blood, bug bites, more sweat...
So when Mo was in 'time out' for this felony, I asked her if she really thought a girl who would waste Daddy's tomatoes that he worked so hard for deserved to go to Kaleidoscope and garage sales, she said, 'Yes.'
To which, I said, in probably not quite an 'indoor' voice, you've got another thing coming.
As I was tucking her in tonight, she said, 'Go to Kaleidoscope, Wonderscope.' We haven't gone to Wonderscope in forever, the girls really outgrew it, but I got what she was thinking.
Leave Daddy's tomatoes alone when they're on the counter if you want that kind of thing to happen, I said.
And from underneath her covers and stuffed animals, she said, 'Yes.'
We'll see how long the lesson holds.
1 comment:
Ouch...trash can tomatoes! Bad, but not as bad as our dog eating 3 out of the wife's 4 slices of bacon this morning. The trials and tribulations of the gourmand!
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