Spexious

Observations and arguments.

Best intentions: farmer’s market

The frequency with which I imagined I would take The Boy to the farmer’s market very nearly equals the frequency with which I instead spend my Saturday mornings lying sleepy-eyed and motionless on the floor as The Boy shakes a plush duck in my face.

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