Some of you may know this, and some of you may not, but I'm not generally a happy, glowing type of pregnant woman. Adjectives like cranky and fussy are perhaps a bit more apt. So, I decided to push my patience to the limit and take three kids to the Heritage Festival.
We've always enjoyed the Heritage Festival. Although, my kids are not the kind to try new foods. They have no interest in the Jamaican, Hispanic or Asian offerings. They are down with the ice cream truck though.
So, we got ice cream. And we settled in under a tree in the shade to enjoy it. Atlee noticed the tree we were sitting under was not the same type of tree as we had sat under for hot dogs and soda. (Worldly palates, no?)
Before, we go further remember adjectives that describe me lately are fussy and cranky. And perhaps sarcastic. Anywho, a gentleman overheard Atlee commenting on how the tree was different. And he looked at me and said in a rather patronizing tone, "It's a cedar tree." And I looked at him, snapped somewhere inside and responded in an equally patronizing tone, "Yes, it is. And the Latin name, if I recall correctly is Thuja occidentalis."
The lesson? Don't try to school a fussy, pregnant woman on trees when her father's a forester and she lived with an environmental science major for six years.