The other day, my nearly 10-year-old daughter burst in the back door, a look of sheer terror covering her otherwise innocent face.
“MOTHER!” she shouted. “YOUR RED PEPPER IS FINALLY RED!”
“That’s awesome, Gracey, thank you,” I responded. This was, in fact, most exciting news, as my organic garden is much slower to deliver sustenance than it’s overly fertilized counterparts. “But does this find really require yelling?”
“YES!” continued Grace. “You see, I went to pick it for you, and as I reached my hand in, I saw a HEAD!”
She had my attention.
