Kjel.org went to the Hillsdale Farmers Market on Sunday. We’d never been to that one before; I liked it. It was nicely done, easier to navigate than the one downtown, and had a little bit of everything. We bought some berries, cheese, and some fresh pork chops. No yak though. Dammit.
The Jr. VP had fun too, but he was also very conflicted: he likes a big day out, but the Market was teeming with dozens of big mutts (leashed of course, but doesn’t matter to Stinkboy) and one very very small one. While the small one was the height of comedy (Lookit this! Lookit! A baby dog! Hahahahah!!!) the big ones make him nervous. He typically wants Daddy to carry him in public places when there are dogs around but the lad is built like a fire hydrant and is getting way too heavy for this kind of thing. I’m going to get him a sword or a cattle prod or something so that he feels confident he can defend himself against any mean pooches he may encounter.
God knows he won’t able to run from them: Jr. was sprinting into the HQ’s kitchen later in the day, slipped on an invisible banana peel and did a header into a kitchen cabinet; with how loud the boom was I was surprised the wood didn’t crack. He cried a bit and had an owie on his head, but the worst part for him was the thought that he might have to put ice on it. He likes to play with ice, but as soon as it is applied medicinely it becomes a method of torture. No!!! No ice!! Fine, but don’t bitch to me later about the black eye and that lump on your skull. It turns out that even without the ice he was fine, and I had the opportunity to teach Jr. to say “I bit it” instead of “I fell“. That oughtta confuse the ladies at “school.”
