Kidnapping Ezra At The Farmer’s Market
Ezra wanted me to go to the farmer’s market with him and -v- this morning. Though I do not like farmer’s markets, I went because Ezra wanted me to go. And we went. We bought pastries, ate pastries, bought tomatoes and berries then strolled around and sat on a bench and ate blue berries, raspberries and strawberries while watching cars drive past and dogs run around. It was a good time even though we were at a farmer’s market and even after a few tense minutes while -v- waited in line for the pastries, and Ezra and I had to stroll around the crowed farmer’s market to avoid creating a stroller jam while Ezra asked for, ,,Mommy, mommy. Mom. I want my mom,” while I got tense and sweaty and wanted nothing more for -v- to be done with the long line that seemed to never move even as we stood there and watched and strolled by all the crowds of people waiting and talking and listening to music and looking at me and Ezra as Ezra began to shout, ”I WANT MY MOM,” then I felt like the people looking at us may think I have kidnapped someone’s kid.