“How is my friend who likes red pommes?” He asks, every time we go to buy fruit from him. He’s talking about Riley, and if she is with us, he will always try to get a smile out of her.
We rarely buy our fruit from the supermarket, preferring to visit our favorite fruit vendor. His stand is located near our old house, but we still get our fruit from there. Partially because we haven’t found another good one close to our new house, partially because we still have our French sessions near his stand, and mostly because we just really like him.
I still remember the time I took Riley and Brynn over with me to get fruit. I had been trying to get the girls to greet him the time previous, and I think that time they had. He seemed very pleased. The girls started to talk to each other, as I continued to give my order, and I couldn’t help but overhear them. “I like the green ones,” Brynn announced in her high voice. Riley answered, “I like red pommes.”
We both started laughing, and as the girls and I prepared to leave, he tucked a red apple in each of the girls’ hands. “For my friend who likes red pommes,” he said with a teasing smile. The girls were delighted.
Every time since if the kids are with us, and sometimes even when they aren’t, he makes sure to have an apple or pear for the kids. And he always asks about his friend who likes red pommes.