There's a show on TV about small children who swallow various objects or poisons, leading to medical emergencies.
Oh, lord, which Buffistasprog was it that ate the thing on the toilet seat that time? "It was small and white and it looked like a tooth so I ate it." I was
weeping
with laughter over that one. The joys of parenting.
Oh, lord, which Buffistasprog was it that ate the thing on the toilet seat that time? "It was small and white and it looked like a tooth so I ate it." I was weeping with laughter over that one. The joys of parenting.
That was a Cindysprog, wasn't it? Christopher, maybe?
Oh, lord, which Buffistasprog was it that ate the thing on the toilet seat that time? "It was small and white and it looked like a tooth so I ate it."
That was Cindy's son Christopher.
I actually do most of my shopping at the Flatbush Food Coop, which isn't the famously wanky one (that's Park Slope). But the fact that I can choose certainly says something about the bubble I live in.
(I am also on the board of the coop in which I live and have a babysitting coop with the other parents in the building. I'm a filthy commie through and through.)
I think the nearest coop to me is Takoma Park, which is at least half an hour on the metro.
I'm a filthy commie through and through.
Hippie.
And yeah, I was thinking of Park Slope.
I love our coop, but it's not very big and it's REALLY expensive to join. The one in Ann Arbor is hunormous, but I never seem to have time to get there.
For instance, this: [link] is the only produce table in the whole joint. It's maybe 6 feet wide.
I'd love a co-op. My bro and SiL have one in Vermont that is big and kickass.
IIRC, there's one more clause, which, I think, really makes it art:
"...it looked like a tooth, but it wasn't a tooth, so I ate it."