If your Holiday weekend was half as calorie-filled, fun and full of laughter, it must have been fabulous.
While zipping through the grocery store recently, Mr. M found a coconut and wanted to buy it. My first response was "no." (Why does the parent in me even do that, anyway?) He continued to plead for the coconut, (and I thought: why did I say no so quickly?... it's just a coconut) then I broke a basic rule of parenting and gave in. I only wanted to exit the store quickly and quietly. You know--no scene. Plus, I happen to think coconuts are cool. Ironically, it was the best 99 cent investment I've made in a long time. The joy and anticipation of drilling the hole... everyone wanting to try the 'milk' and then hours of being entertained. Two of the girls set to extracting the 'meat' from the coconut and talked endlessly about the many ways they might enjoy eating it... toasted, drizzled with chocolate, with caramel, etc. and the boys entertained themselves with the shells. We had the modeling of the coconut bra, the galloping horses (think Monty Python) and the hairy eyeball (the hole was drilled into the bottom of the shell). When you're looking ahead to an eventless evening, may I suggest that you gallop over to your local grocery store and pick up a coconut?
November 11, 1989
I think Mr. M. couldn't agree more.
It's good to be in November!