(a.k.a. Inspiration for Dr. Seuss, a.k.a. A little glimpse into hell)
At snack time, I ask my 4 year old, “Would you like some carrots”?
She answers: “Mom, I like my carrots with hummus. Did you hear me mom, all I like is carrots and hummus. I don’t like plain carrots. Like, if people ask me, ‘what do you like?’, I will say, ‘I like carrots and hummus’. That’s why I don’t just like carrots. I like them with hummus. If people say, ‘do you want some carrots’? I’ll say, ‘no. I want carrots and hummus’. I will never, ever, ever have plain carrots. I like them with hummus. I do not like to eat carrots by themselves, just carrots with hummus on them. My friend likes to eat carrots with ranch dressing on them. But I like them with hummus. If I ever had to eat carrots by themselves, I might try it. But I really don’t like it when I have it regular like that. I like it with hummus. If we were out of hummus, that would be really bad, because I like hummus. We would have to go to the store to buy some more hummus, because that’s why I could not eat my carrots plain. If you were not here, I would have to ask dad to get me some hummus. I really like hummus. With carrots. Mmmmm. These are good........ Mom, did you know I really like carrots and hummus?................Mom?"
Deep breath in, aaaand deep breath out. The beach. The sand. The ocean waves. Singing of birds. Wind blowing softly through the trees. Chocolate. Wine. Massage. A great read. Candles. Rose petals. Javier Bardem. Champagne. Strawberries. Picnic. Carrots and hummus.
"Yes, sweetie. Mommy knows."