Driving along the highway, past a place labeled "GREEK MARKET."
JULIA: Mommy! There's a Greek Market over there.
ME: I know, I saw.
Three seconds of silence.
MADELEINE: (in innocent earnest) Julia? What's a farket?
JULIA: (scathingly) I said "market" Madeleine, not farket.
Three seconds of silence.
The entire carload burst into laughter. "What's a farket?" has become our new household catchphrase.
In North Carolina, markets are called farkets.
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