I let the kids talk me into taking them to the farmers’ market yesterday afternoon. After our visit last time with Logan’s diaper incident, I was afraid to brave it again.
Of course, it was just as much as disaster as usual. The highlight was Ben falling into a reflecting pool next to City Hall. I saw his little head come up, smiling and soaking wet, and the horrified expressions of the bystanders who witnessed it. Fortunately, I was standing with three of my friends, who didn’t blink twice, which made me feel calm. It helps that they have nine boys among them. They know.
I bought a bag of kettle corn and got our free chocolate milks. Gavin spent more birthday money on Hawaiian shaved ice, a carton of raspberries, and honey sticks. By the time we left, everyone was tired and full. I served nothing but veggies and hummus for dinner, which made the trip completely worth it.