I bought a butternut squash at the farmers market on Sunday morning. I’ll make one of those nice galettes, I thought to myself.
Mabel had other ideas. Apparently this was the cutest, most adorable butternut squash ever. She cradled it in her arms and called it Fred.
By the time we were on our way home from the market, the children were reading stories to Fred in the back seat. In the kitchen I found them negotiating a custody arrangement whereby they take turns looking after him.
Last night Mabel put Fred to bed on her bottom bunk, on her unicorn pillow pet and snuggled up under her red blanket. She didn’t wake him this morning, but she told me on the way to school that he needs a lot of sleep.
Vegetables. My children love them far too much to ever eat them. What sort of a monster would you be to do that?
Dash was very excited to hear he would get Fred on Tuesdays, because Tuesday is already his favourite day at school, with makers’ class and bridge club (yes) and science as well. Having custody of Fred the Anthropomorphic Gourd as well is just the icing on the cake. So to speak.
Tonight Mabel ceremoniously presided over the handover and now Dash is sleeping with Fred.
Today I went to the supermarket and bought a new, less cute, butternut squash. He won’t see the light of day until his demise is imminent. Galette will be mine.