Snow White & The Sleeping Peach
A bit of a ramble, actually
Welcome to Baby Brain, a space where I - Charlotte, hi! - write about my life as a mother of three small children - Poppet (m, 4 years), Pickle (m, 2 years) and Peach (f, 6 months.) Those are not their real names. These are real stories from our days.
I took Poppet to the local market to buy a peach the other day. He's still reading James And The Giant Peach with his dad, and every so often will update me on what's happening in the story. "Aunt Spiker and Aunt Sponge got smushed by the peach", for example, while I’m cleaning him up in the bathroom, or "the ladybird got annoyed" while we're out for a walk (out of context, this second one raised some questions). I promised he could try the food of his story one morning when we were riding solo¹ and so, after his swimming lesson by way of hot chocolate, off we went to the fruit stand. There, I asked the nice grower man (farmer? grocer?) if he had a peach.
“Do you have a peach?” I said.
"Ah well they're out of season aren’t they," he replied, kindly assuming I'd have a clue what grows when rather than having no idea how much of nature works, which is the god’s honest truth of the matter. "We do have plums?"