and gallivanting to the City of Angels' premier epicenter for local organic fare the following morningtide to congregate with other farmers market enthusiasts.
Though we had our eyeballs riveted on the boundless rows of high-quality farm-fresh produce that aid in the betterment of our health,
we encountered a couple of young characters at the grassfed bison stall
who were profoundly mesmerized by my salmon-hued tights instead.
TOT 1
(to his sister)
She has pink pants.
TOT 2
Pink pants!
TOT 1
(calling out to me from their double-decker stroller)
Why do you have pink pants?
TOT 2
My pink pants!
TOT 1
No, those are my pink pants!
TOT 2
Mine!
TOT 1
(after a couple more minutes of staring at my legs)
Pink legs.
TOT 2
My pink legs!
(to his sister)
She has pink pants.
TOT 2
Pink pants!
TOT 1
(calling out to me from their double-decker stroller)
Why do you have pink pants?
TOT 2
My pink pants!
TOT 1
No, those are my pink pants!
TOT 2
Mine!
TOT 1
(after a couple more minutes of staring at my legs)
Pink legs.
TOT 2
My pink legs!
Who would've anticipated acquiring a slab of grassfed bison to be so exceedingly entertaining
in the grand scheme of Saturday morningtides?
in the grand scheme of Saturday morningtides?
1 comments:
YUM, cafe 50's! you should go there when they have their shrimp/lobster quesadilla specials... SOOO GOOD.
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