Daughter LOVES to go to the store and shop with a list and put everything where it belongs....
it's part of the autism package that I'm delighted with!
So, yesterday we went to Target to get our *staples*
(we buy our produce at our local farmer's market on Tuesday afternoon...
fresh bread and local organic eggs are SO wonderful....but we still need paper towels
and laundry soap and all that other STUFF.)
She happily got a cart (and said THANK YOU SIR! to the kid wheeling them in out
of the triple digit heat...I think he thought she was a mirage!)
and, list in hand, headed off for the supplies.
I was a few aisles behind her when she called out
I'm over here, just a few aisles away...what do you need?
*Well, there are forty two different kind of orange juices but none of them are orgasmic!*
OR.GAN.IC! I shouted.
*What?* said the child with the processing lag...
ORGANIC! shouted three or four other Mothers, reflexively.
giggling ensued, as strollers and carts came curiously toward us.
I was trying to keep a straight face and thinking we'd had one of our many
*that's not what I thought I heard* moments.
right there on the list,
I had written
Orgasmic Orange Juice.
Is it HOT where you are?