A few weeks ago, I was driving to the beach for the weekend with just the two teenagers. It was Friday night of Memorial Day weekend and I knew the traffic would be thick, so I took an alternate route through farm country. Really. I mean middle-of-nowhere, drive-45-minutes-to-the-grocery-store farm country.
At one point we went through a small town that is known for growing a lot of cucumbers for a particular pickle company. I told the girls this and pointed out the fields and warehouses for the cucumbers.
Then Brooke said, “Where are the trees?”
Me: What do you mean trees…?
Brooke: The cucumber trees.
Me: There are no cucumber trees. Cucumbers grow on vines.
Brooke: No they don’t. They grow on trees.
This back and forth went on for a while. I told her that cucumbers definitely grew on vines. She wasn’t having it. Could not be convinced. I…
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