A…watermelon. Really. Well, yes, I can see why it would be nice to have one delivered, but that’s just odd.

I know, you’re thinking how tragically bourgeois, having your groceries delivered, but it really isn’t like that, much. We don’t have a car, so our shopping trips tend to be limited to what we can reasonably carry on our persons – which doesn’t tend to be cost-effective in the long run. Also, things like bags of potatoes and boxes of cat litter? Not terribly portable. Or at least not unless that’s the only thing you’re picking up, in which case: bah.

But speaking of bourgeois, we just signed up for a twice-monthly organic local produce delivery from Organics to You. So, yeah. Mock away.

Happy Fun Baby sounds about how I feel right now. He’s cutting a top tooth and apparently it’s somewhat uncomfortable because he’s been wailing for the past hour or so. Thing is, he’s really cute when he cries. The lip comes out, and the face crumples, and the chin – oh, the chin. There are different degrees of infant misery, of course, but the chin-trembling is just irresistible.

We were at Meier and Frank (soon to be Macy’s) the other day, Ellison and I. (Come to think of it, this was the day I fucked up my back – see how I tie this all together? You’d think I did this on purpose.) Upstairs in the juniors section (what, you don’t think I’m a junior? You want a piece of me?) Ellison charmed the pants off the checkout girls – one of them actually got off the phone (gasp!) to make goo goo eyes at him, and he rewarded them with several full-face grins (“Oh, he has two teeth! You’re just the cutest thing in the world, aren’t you? Aren’t you?”)

Then we went downstairs, where the exact same thing happened – only with a gray-haired, frazzled saleslady in an ill-fitting dress. She got all up in his face while I was checking out, and Ellison took one look at her and burst into tears. This is the funny part: as we were leaving the store we had to go through this maze of construction corridors, and every single person we passed remarked on how cute he was. While he was wailing his heart out.

The Sad!Baby face: gets them every time.

Note: he is older now, and the sad face gets more potent with age.

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