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August 6, 2003
Five-year old Zoe can really try my patience. But here's a story of why she's a great kid:
It's 5:30 pm. I'm in the grocery store with two kids. There are the usual death-defying cart acrobatics and pleads for doughnuts, cookies, bright orange snack foods, etc. As we are finishing up and swinging out of Produce toward Checkout we wend through Floral. After managing to fight off her urges for a variety of glowing grocery store junk, what does Zoe decide it is worth spending her very own, hard-earned $1.80 on? A bright pink gladiolus. Appropriately festooned with greenery and baby's breath.