Why the non organic grapes at Whole Foods [since they are mysteriously always out of the organic sort] cost approximately three dollars more per pound than the same exact grapes from the same exact country in the same exact packaging located down the street at Kroger. Were the Whole Foods grapes brought in on organic trucks driven by organic drivers? What makes the same exact grapes worth 300% more than the grapes down the road.
And for that matter why is most of the produce at Whole
Paycheck Foods not organic but conventionally grown but with prices so jacked up you could, in a hurry, presume them organic only to be truly paying triple the price for the privilege of carrying your food in a Whole Foods bag? For a store that makes its living marketing the benefits of organic- they have a funny way of showing it.
Why my son refuses the waffle on his tray tossing each piece onto the floor while staring at me in horror as though I tried feeding him an [organic] koala bear in all its cute glory but thirty minutes later when placed on the floor will make a beeline for those very waffle pieces on the kitchen floor as if its an elusive delicacy he’s waited for all his life? Is there something in the tiles that adds the extra oomph of flavor?
How this same child, of the 25th percentile in weight, can eat six ounces of carrots, three wings, an entire stick of mozzarella cheese, and a bowl of mango all in one sitting and then stare at me as I eat my banana with a pitiful look because I’m meanest. momma. ever for not sharing. We debate constantly on whose nose or eyes or chin he has, but that metabolism? Aint mine.
How he can walk- and fall- and stand up again- only to walk. and fall. again. And repeat this with a smile on his face for one-hour straight on hardwood floors and ceramic tiles but- upon tumbling on the soft fescue sod in the backyard screams as though we tossed him in a fire pit.
The transition from walking to running isn’t supposed to span three days is it? K’s mother said he never really walked much- just sort of stood up one day and started running. I chalked it up to parental hyperbole that cemented into memory, but no, I am documenting it here- yes- he is in fact running. Zombie-like. Tumbling every ten steps. But running nonetheless. How are my days of outrunning him numbered- when he’s only eleven months old?