Dear Husband Of Mine:
When I saw these weird carrots you grew in your garden, I thought of us.
We are growing together.
If separated one from the other, we would no longer look the way we're meant to.
We nourish others.
I realize that it might be an indication of my slipping mental state that I am once again seeing people in vegetables, and I will now trot back to the kitchen and finish peeling and wedging carrots into sticks for our children's lunch. Good news: unlike our carrot counterparts, no one has plans to skin and eat us. Although GBaby has been given me some strange looks this morning.