Moira and Kenna are both taking a once-a-week dance class through our local Parks and Rec. The classes are located in one of the buildings at a community park that’s close (but not super close) to our house. Yesterday we headed down a bit early and brought a picnic dinner. The park has a really great playground in addition to about a million miles of grassy play area (which is a big deal in Arizona!) Our thought was to eat dinner and play, then have Alan and Moira head over to dance class while Kenna and I kept playing.
On the drive down, Moira loudly asked me if she could ask a question. I said yes and she paused. Alan and I laughed because the look on her face combined with the waiting period for the question to pop out was pretty substantial. She really seemed to be processing something deep so I couldn’t wait to hear what this was all about.
Finally she looks up at me and says:
“Mom, why they be called artichokes? They don’t choke anything.”
I snorted and started laughing – loudly. Alan chuckled. We weren’t talking about anything related to artichokes, vegetables, or even food for that matter. And why did my child suddenly sound Jamaican? We’ll never know.
Sadly we had no good answer for her – why the heck ARE they called artichokes?
