Nut Envy. Coco…nut.

Today Tommy T took the boys to check out a potential campsite for the next adventure of the He-Man Boys Club. Karah and I decided to go to the Natural Food Store. At the entrance, there was a gaggle of massage therapists offering free chair massages...and we weren't about to say No.

Karah has been a health food junkie since she was a toddler. She would never eat anything processed. She would spit it out and gag. She wouldn't touch hot dogs, cheetos, milk chocolate, or spaghettios.

The boys? Not so much. I am convinced that their blood is now orange from all of the Cheetos they have consumed…

...and they love a good nitrate rocket.

 

This morning Bryce was wearing a baseball cap, pajamas, and sunglasses while carrying (and eating) a huge bag of chocolate chips. It was 9 am.

I must say that at LEAST they haven't stooped to the level of the Spaghetti-O. That’s just nasty.

Back to the story. Karah was in heaven at the market. She spotted a coconut and asked if I would get it for her. This picture grosses me out. Nothing against coconuts…but come on. Is the hair really necessary?

 

She picked one out...carried it through the store...put it up on the belt at checkout...and carried it out to the car. I was shocked that she didn't buckle it in, as well.

As soon as we got home, she wanted me to put a straw in it - so she could drink the milk..."just like on TV". Tom suggested a screw driver or drill bit. In the interest of sanitation - I opted for the Nut Pick...or whatever this thing is called.

I made a perfect straw sized hole and she was set. She sipped it…gagged…and pretended to love it so she could still make a public appearance in the neighborhood with her new hairy friend.

Coco was so hairy, even Peanut was jealous.

She wouldn’t even put the coconut down to play on the tree swing.

 

Bradley was baffled at her love affair with the fruit. He had his favorite vegetable on his mind.  Funyuns.

 

Tonight I was telling Courtney about the coconut adventures. She gasped when I told her I put a straw in it. Serious coconut envy kicked in. She kept yelling “How did you do it? How did you get a hole in it – that a straw could fit through? How did you do this???”

She proceeded to tell me about her family trip to Hawaii, as a child. Her dad bought a fresh coconut from a roadside stand. They eagerly took it back to their hotel room and her father tried to bust it open. He first tried the floor…then the bedroom furniture…to no avail.  He then took it to the next level and brought the coconut to the hotel stairwell and started beating it against the railing and the floor. The sound echoed throughout the entire hotel…she and her siblings could even hear the banging from their hotel room.

All she wanted to do was drink that milk through a straw…like on TV….but no matter how much her Daddy loved her – it was one thing he couldn’t give her.

He returned to the room with coconut shrapnel…a few measly slivers of the flesh. There would be NO sipping out of a straw…in front of the other locals. Her dreams were dashed…in the coconut homeland.

All of this happened 18 years ago. She thought it was over…until she was reminded today…over her coconut envy.

“Sorry Courtney. Want a sip?”