What would YOU do if…

You were in a fruit market and dozens of apples came tumbling to the ground?

Those apples came tumbling to the ground because of someone you know?

Those apples came tumbling to the ground because of someone you were with?

Yea so that was my afternoon. Why I thought it would be a good idea to take both kids to a local fruit market is beyond me. Normally I try and work it out that I do ALL my grocery shopping in the evening when my husband is home from work. Today was proof as to why I do just that.

My son’s favorite fruit is an apple. If you held up a piece of candy and an apple, nine times out of ten, he will choose the apple. I wish I could say it is because of my stellar parenting and nutrition knowledge, but my son gets his taste for fruit from my mother in-law. She always has bowls of berries on the counter and he goes nuts eating them when he is there, thus forming his love for all fruit. Especially apples.

So back to the fruit market. I’m getting some apples in a bag when I hear “mommy what about this one?”. As I am turning to tell him not to touch the apples because I knew what would happen, I see him pull the bottom apple. What happens next is something right out of a cartoon. Dozens of apples come flying to the ground! Zachary had a look of both shock and terror on his face. I would love to have be able to hear what he was thinking at that very moment.

This particular fruit market has a majority of Spanish speaking workers. At the moment that the apples started flying to the ground, about 4 or 5 workers appeared out of no where and the Spanish flying around us was to fast to even understand one word. I was mortified. Not to mention, I was trying my hardest to figure out (roughly) how much those bruised apples were going to cost me.

My kids love cartoons like Dora, Diego, and Handy Manny where Spanish words are randomly spoken. Not to mention, Zachary’s preschool learned a cute little song called “Uno, Dos, Tres; 1, 2, 3”. Remember, apples falling, Spanish being spoken rapidly around us…Zachary jumps up with one hand in the air, swinging his hips around and uses his best (and loudest) sing song voice to sing “Uno, dos, tres!”.

I guarantee you, the security person has my picture by the door and I will not be allowed in there again. They didn’t make me pay for the apples even though I offered. Like I said, they wanted us out.

I am going to print this out so the next time my husband wants to know why I can’t take the kids grocery shopping with me, I can remind him that it’s not because I can’t…I obviously can…it’s because I CHOOSE not too for my own sanity!