![]() Famer Small helps make dinner. I was in the kitchen assembling the ingredients for our traditional corned beef and cabbage dinner when Farmer Small hopped up on the table. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Making dinner for St. Patrick's Day." I said. "Because you're Irish?" "I am partly Irish." I said "Am I Irish?" "You're probably Playmobile or Fisher Price," I said, "but today everyone is Irish." "Even the Grumpy Farmer?" "He's 100% Irish." He thought about that for a moment and then asked" Can I help make dinner?" This was a new development. Even though Farmer Small wasn't known for being helpful, I decided to give it a try. "Sure," I said. "First you take a leek . . ." "Take a leak?!" said Farmer Small "What kind of recipe is this?" "Not that." I said. "A leek is a vegetable. What kind of farmer are you? " "I'm a great farmer! And I'm not helping you." With that Farmer Small jumped off the table. "Fine." I said. I watched him stalk off, perturbed that I had called his horticultural skills into question. "Happy St. Patrick's Day." I called He said something back in his tiny voice. It could have been "You too." Hard to tell. Anyway, Happy St. Patrick's Day from this household to yours.
Sharon
17/3/2013 05:21:41 am
Top of the morning to farmer small and the family!
Farmer Small
17/3/2013 01:12:52 pm
Right back at you! Come visit me soon - Comments are closed.
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AuthorCeline Boyle is a writer living in Maine. She is a member of SCBWI. Archives
September 2013
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