Luckily, I’ve built up an immunity to cadmium

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We’re having breakfast on the patio. Dad has made us his Magic Oatmeal (he has a secret ingredient, but I am sworn to secrecy.)

As I’m waiting for him to come outside, I find an acorn on the table. I bury it in the bottom of the bowl. Let the hilarity begin.

Mo asks if the flowers next to us are real. She doubts Dad’s garden prowess? I pull off a flower and hand it to her. She plants it in my oatmeal.

Dad walks out. I ask him, “so is this flower gluten-free?” Yes, I just make this comedy up. I am a genius. Yes, he assures me.

We eat slowly, enjoying a perfect morning. Warm, sunny, frogs in the pond, birds in the trees. Paradise.

And then, I spring the joke on him. I dip down into my bowl and pull out the acorn. A-ha!!!! I declare. THIS is your secret ingredient.

Dad looks at me, in that Dad sort of way.

He pauses a minute, then says:

“You realize that’s covered in pesticide?”

Oh. I’m a goner. On the bright side, I went out with a lovely side order of gluten-free flowers …

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About gary

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