Schultz Party of Four

On Saturday morning in Madison my early risers had the apartment buzzing by 6:45. My brother and the handsome one were out cold in the living room, so the girls and I dressed quickly and walked up the long street to the capital where the Farmer's Market (the largest in the country) was being held. The girls selected enormous donuts and juice for breakfast and we sat around feeling all European with the ornate capital in our periphery (at least, we supposed this would be what it was like to walk to a market in Europe and eat pastries on a dewy morning - though the enormity of the 'pastries' was all-together an American thing!). Several passers-by made comments about the girls selections, saying things like "My, my that donut is as big as you are!" Of course I had to wonder if that was more a comment directed at me as though to say "Good Lord women - if that's how you feed your child in public I can't imagine what you let her eat in private!" And honestly it's a valid concern because let's just say my girls love brown sugar by the spoonful among other delicacies.

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