At this morning's farmer's market, Amiri was in rare form. Screaming, grunting, throwing himself on the ground, kicking, slapping. The reason? It started to rain. At least, I think that was the reason. One never can tell with a two year old.
We continued on our way, because we had pita bread to buy, darn it. I led our whining, snuffling little boy along by the hand. A man came along to commiserate nicely, 'I remember when my son was a lad and would kick up a ruckus.' Then another man came along and offered him a candy. Another fellow offered him a strawberry, As we were leaving, a lady came up and asked if he wasn't feeling well. Said he was just gorgeous even if he was in a bad mood, and would he like some flowers? I tried to say it wasn't necessary, but she insisted, and we took them home. Wasn't she just lovely.
(And I said NZers are nice BEFORE experiencing any of this. This was just... wow.)
Saturday, November 14, 2009
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Roses? White roses? Wow! that IS nice. He's a charmer all right, even when in a bad mood. What a loveable "monster"!
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