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."
DebetEsse is right. It looked like a tooth, but it wasn't a tooth.