I knew I couldn't bring Lach his flowing lava request, but a coconut I figured would be no sweat.
I bought a fresh green coconut from a roadside fruit stand and took it to the post office to mail it. "No way", I was told by the postmaster. I could only mail a coconut if it was dried and brown. Uggg, I was so sad. I decided to see if they would let me take it on the plane.
At the airport, I went to a nice older gentleman at the agriculture scanner and asked him if I could take it. No problem. Yippee, I was so happy. I was going to get cool mom points with the 5 year old!
If I could grow a coconut tree in my backyard, I'd have many. SO delicious. I am happy, happy, happy.
PS - Our seven year old informed us he likes the dried sugary coconut better.
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Yay!! I've been meaning to text you to find out the outcome of the great coconut adventure. :-)
Now that is one great knife! WE don't own anything quite like that...so when we try to bust into a coconut...it's quite the chore! My kids like the sugar coconut better too! :)
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