Saturday encore ~ Baby carrots – they're the new watermelon

Lucy: Where do baby carrots come from?

Me: The refrigerator. Ranchsitter #7 left them and we have to use them up before they rot.

Lucy: That isn't what I meant.

Me: I know, but I didn't want you to be frightened by the truth.

Lucy: Actually, they could come from Mars for all I care. 

I just know that I loves me some baby carrots.

Hank: Dare I say these are better than watermelon? No messy drips and 

they make my eyes pop out of my head just as much.

George: Wait. There's two of us and only one baby carrot.

Alan: What's your point?

George: Baby carrots put a smile on my face and a twinkle in my eye.

George: I also hear they're very good for dental health.

Now before you get all "you're gonna lose a finger feeding baby carrots that way" on me, understand that 

it's a sacrifice I've chosen to make in the name of better pictures. The boys' eyes light up 

when I wave a baby carrot in front of their faces, much more so than with the safer 

"place it in the palm of the flat hand" method.

Hank: You need to work on your aim, mom. I can't eat it with my nose.

Me: I'm multi-tasking here. Give me a break.

A solution to the two-headed four-eyed baby-carrot-eating monster dilemma?

I'd call that a win win.

Me: Patience, Alan. George is still chewing.

Me: These are the last two in the bag, boys.

George: Put them on the grocery list, please. 

Me: Count on it. This was fun.