Something Else Fun For Us

Go dropped Ruby off at a birthday party Saturday morning while I was playing gym-rat, so he and May went on a little daddy-daughter-date to a specialty grocery store here that we like. There, he picked up some root beer we love that had been out of stock for almost a year and got May got some chocolate milk and a cookie, so it was a big day for her too. We both got home around the same time and he's telling me about his trip and the root beer and I'm walking up the stairs to go shower and he calls after me, "Oh, and I got something else fun for us." If you don't live at our house, your heart might start racing just a bit at the prospect of something tasty: perhaps some fresh baked goods or maybe some organic fruit or quality dark chocolate. If you do live at our house, you know better. Your heart usually starts racing out of fear. This "something else fun" could be anything and it is most likely something that the majority of society thinks is gross: pickled herring, spicy dilled vegetables, seaweed salad, stinky cheese, matzo balls, wasabi peas, sauer kraut, anchovy paste. Oh, the possibilities. "What is it?" I ask cautiously. "I got us some goat's milk!" he exclaims just like he would exclaim "I just found 20 bucks in my pocket!" Life with Go is never boring. Thank goodness.