Tomorrow is art day, which instigated this special exchange.
Katarina: "Now, Dad, today I need you to bring home some art supplies. I need a big rock. I need twigs. I need mushrooms...
Thomas (retrospectively): "You do not need mushrooms. Mushrooms are very bad. By the way, don't ever pick mushrooms; they are poisonous, and mostly evil."
Katarina: "Okay, well...I need moss. I need berries. I need flowers. I need mud. But listen, dad, you can buy the berries in the store."
Thomas: "Really? In the store? Did you think I was going to frickle along the paths of the Shire and happily gather berries from their stems in the prime of Spring?"
Thomas then grabbed his walking stick and his cape, and merrily whistled a J. R. R. Tolkien tune as he stepped out the door.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can.
Art day is tomorrow. It is going to be epic.