Local Farmers' Market

This evening, since it was cool but still very light outside, Avery and Merz and I headed over to Market Night because Merz wanted to see what fresh fruit they had. There are always lots of fruits, some of them getting fresh, but the fresh fruit she was looking for wasn't striking her fancy.

We decided to grab a bite to eat at Rubio's, where Avery fed herself her favorite food of the month, rice. She missed more than she made it into her mouth, but really, how else will she learn? Besides, someone else has to sweep it up at Rubio's.




After dinner we headed back over to the street where they hold Market Night and watched the ponies for a while. Avery desperately wanted to ride one, but she is just still too young. She wouldn't hold on well enough for me not to have a heart attack. Afterward, we walked up the block again to see the clown, which Avery ended up being TERRIFIED of, so we didn't stay long. After all, clowns ARE terrifying. I don't blame her for crying. The funniest part was once we were 1/2 a block away, she started to look back and say "Bye clown," like she was sad that she hadn't given poor old "Lollipop" a chance.


What I really took my camera for, however, wasn't the candids of Avery enjoying a little fresh air. It was to take a picture of the booth that I'd seen there a few weeks ago that said in HUGE letters "Are you going to HELL? Take this easy test to find out!" I'm sure the test consisted of one question -- something like "Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your savior?" but really, the scare tactics are so passe. I was both a little disappointed (at the loss of a photo op) and overjoyed that the booth wasn't there tonight. Maybe enough heathens complained?