February 22, 2023: Fall Fair Planning

Noah and Ursula are eyeing a tray of seedlings. Noah's eyes are wide with wonder and he says, "Wowee... look at all those tomatoes!" Ursula, confused, "Um... there's no tomatoes, Daddy." Noah grins and explains, "Not yet, honey, but each of these tiny seedlings will become a mighty tomato plant yielding pounds of tomatoes!" Ursula is skeptical and asks, "And you're sure that's not just a figment of your imagination?" Speaking of imagination, Noah grins and closes his eyes, blissfully imagining himself twirling around, blue ribbons pinned all over his clothes as he tells Ursula, "Daddy's gonna win all the blue ribbons for his tomatoes at the fair this year." Ursula looks off to the side and says, "Um... OK?" Noah continues, eyes now open albeit narrowed and he looks off to the distance, saying "And all the pickles too. That nasty old Mrs. Brunswick can shove her dills where the sun don't shine!" and we see his imagined future of holding a jar of his pickes adorned with a blue ribbon as he flashes a V for victory sign at a scowling and growling Mrs. Brunswick, clutching her sad #2 red ribbon. Ursula is now deeply disturbed and asks, "Um... Daddy, are you sure you're feeling OK?"

 

Usually Noah‘s a pretty easygoing guy, but every now and then we hit a nerve that brings out his fiercely competitive side.

Don’t count your blue ribbons before the tomato plants have even hit an inch tall, though.