Yesterday C&D ate a late snack, so at noon I sent them outside to the patio to play.

I made lunch, cleaned up the kitchen, and completed a few small chores.  At one, I stood at the door and called them for lunch.  They ran to the stairwell and called back they were fine and wanted to stay outside a little bit longer.  I shrugged my shoulders and walked back inside.  Usually they’d be starving by this time of day, and they didn’t eat that much of a snack, but maybe they just weren’t hungry.  Rumor has it that happens to young children, though in this house that seems to be the exception rather than the rule.

But they had been hungry, all right.

At one-thirty they marched back inside.  Carmen walked through the door first.  “We were hungry so we ate all the carrots!” 

They’re not only expert at raiding the fridge and pantry, but they know how to raid the garden, too.  We don’t worry about deer, raccoons, and hogs raiding our city garden.  Just my children.

David left a few carrots in the ground last week, which I hoped would have a chance to grow larger than fingerling-size.  No chance.  Now they’re really, really gone.  Better get some planting done tomorrow.