Yesterday, Atticus told me that he had not eaten his entire lunch at work. He'd taken a sandwich, a banana, and a clementine. But when he picked up the clementine, he couldn't bring himself to peel it.
"It had a face," he told me. "I couldn't eat it. I kept picturing Ramona cutting those little pieces out and taping them on, and I just couldn't do it."
So he brought it back home.
And now the happy clementine has resumed its rightful place, smiling at us from the kitchen counter.
5 comments:
It's just silly how often I read your posts and sit here mousing around for a like button. :)
Love love love this story.
Lissa,
*Like.*
I should add some kind of Like button, but then I wouldn't get to hear your comments. :)
Also? Why do I think your house is also a home for fruit with a face?
Best dad story! Love it. :)
Aww!
I have to say I would have placed those taped bits on something else to be discovered...
Although, who's to say that there aren't MORE faces lurking??
What a fun household.
Danae, I knew you'd like that one. :) Tanita, I love your idea. Thanks -- when that orange is too mushy to hold on to the face, I'll steal your idea .... :)
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