26 February 2006

Who needs cookies?

Lars had strep throat last week, which meant he couldn't go to the playroom at our grocery store. When he learned he'd have to *shop* with me, his dismay was audible and visual. Huge alligator tears poured over his cheeks accompanied by hoarse croaking noises (all he could manage through the swelling in his throat) that wrenched hearts (and ears) of all those around us. He perked up in produce, though, when he realized that I'd let him weigh all our fruits and vegetables. His mood improved still further with increased involvement - choose six apples, bring over some cauliflower, red potatoes or white? By the time we hit dairy, he'd forgotten all about playroom. He picked out yogurt, cheese, canned bread, chip dip and jello snacks. While he was getting milk, I returned the dip and jello. He glared only for a moment before saying, "FINE. Then I'm going to get RED milk. My red milk what I like. And what's your favorite." Whole milk at our store has red caps, while the 2% we usually get has purple caps. I figured red milk was a reasonable trade for the dip and jello, as Lars has always been particularly attached to milk gallon jugs. Once, when he was two, we thoughtlessly used an empty milk jug as a bouy marker for the Remember Rom Rom Rubber Raft Regatta, causing Lars to sob uncontrollably. We thought he was sobbing because Chris was in the water, but the sobs continued even after Chris came out and picked Lars up. We finally figured out Lars was upset over the milk jug and Chris had to row Lars out to rescue it before he'd stop sobbing.

A few days after shopping, Ross found the red milk in the 'fridge. "RED MILK," he cried! Oh, the joy!

Lars skidded into the kitchen, full of pride. "That's what I got for you," he said, "What I got for you what's your favorite!" Ross practically threw himself at Lars in a hug that might have crushed them if they hadn't both been so full of happiness. Who needs cookies when you have RED milk?

4 comments:

gingerbreadman said...

You bought bread in a can? I've always wondered what that was like. Was it brown bread? Some day, I will buy some and try it. I simply cannot imagine what one does with bread in a can. I suppose the shelf life makes it perfect for those times you run out of bread...

bethie said...

I am guessing that she means refrig rolls. Am I right? BTW, I too wish I drove a zamboni. I have new respect for you, I took my kids ice skating during their break. Kill me now. Jamie did ok, Katie did less than ok, but wasn't bothered, Lizzie was aweful but had a great attitude about. However, I had to hold her hand the whole slow way around the rink, and get this, I am no longer a 20 yr. old dancer! I forgot that. Rude body!

karen said...

Bethie wins - canned bread is, indeed, refrigerated rolls. You know, those exploding cans (press spoon at seam) of rolled up dough that comes in perforated triangles that you re-roll to make crescent rolls? The kids love to make them, however they are not at all concerned with the package directions and happily form the dough into shapes of their choosing. We never know from time to time what shape our dinner carbs will take, which we like to think adds spice to our life.

Fraukow said...

my mother-in-law actually bakes bread in a can. in comes out looking like cranberry relish - with the little lines and everything! Joe LOVES it. It sort of freaks me out. The second coat of paint is currently being applied to the walls of my bathroom, my new job is fun(so far) and we may be getting a dog sun!what's new with you?

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