One of Em’s first ever words was “flower” only it sounds more like “fowah”. It doesn’t matter if it’s a book we’re reading, a TV show we’re watching, or an advertisement we pass by, he will find that damn flower, or anything that looks like a flower, and he’ll let you know about it.
“FOWAH! FOWAH! FOWAH! ”
On Tuesday, we took a trip to the overpriced grocery store that just opened around the corner from us. I have no idea how these guys are going to stay in business, their prices are astronomically high. But I am constantly amazed at what people are willing to pay here in Williamsburg (ourselves included). I think this is the only neighborhood in New York where rents haven’t yet dropped. We’re immune to lowering rents.
So perhaps this overpriced grocery store will stay in business.
All that said, we only ever go there if it’s really gross out or it’s not wise for Em to be outside for too long. And since Em has been sick this week with yet another wicked ear infection, I took him to the overpriced grocery store.
We weren’t two feet through the doors when I saw his eyes light up.
“FOWAH FOWAH FOWAH! MAMA! FOWAH!”
The flowers were wilted and each one cost me almost as much as a gallon of milk at that grocery store, but I simply had to buy this kid a couple of flowers.
Emory gets excited about chocolate (which is known as “treat” at our house and is pronounced “teat” which makes me giggle), and he gets excited when he sees me walk into the room after a day spent at school, but I haven’t ever seen him this excited. He carried them around like they were treasures, new relationships, tokens of love.
Granted, all three flowers were destroyed by nightfall. They didn’t stand a chance against The Destroyer. He picked one apart petal by petal and I wondered who he might be thinking about. The other two were used to slap things, including Murray who mistook it for PLAYTIME!
Like I said, the flowers didn’t stand a chance.
But it was kind of worth it.