Mango warrior
Every Friday we pick up an organic food box. Everything in it is fresh and yummy and perfect. Last week, we opened up a mango that my son had been so terribly patiently waiting for to ripen. Outside it looked beautiful. Inside, completely black. Ugh. He was so sad.
We went to pick up our box this week and as we were walking to the car, he suddenly ran back in. He wanted to tell them about his horrible mango experience. By the time I got back inside, they had brought out a box of mangoes and the owner had cut one open. It was gorgeous! So, they handed Fuss two to replace the one he’d lost. He was so proud of himself and I was proud of him for speaking up and getting a wrong righted, so to speak! Here’s Fuss with his mango booty.
Enjoying the fruitful journey, Amanda
1 comment February 20th, 2009
