Mornings of Farmer's Markets are stressful enough without having your very own Norman who has developed separation issues and thinks he's comaing with you!
So there I was at stupid o'clock and I'm trying to persuade (wrestle) the drama queen of the bakery world out of the van, resulting in me having to bribe him with a Christmas tree cookie and expletives ensuing that would make a sailor blush (me, not Norman).