Tuesday, April 09, 2013

Reason #IStoppedCounting That I Love Atticus (Or, "Why Is There a Face On My Fruit?")


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:

Lissa said...

It's just silly how often I read your posts and sit here mousing around for a like button. :)

Love love love this story.

Karen Edmisten said...

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?

Danae said...

Best dad story! Love it. :)

tanita davis said...

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.

Karen Edmisten said...

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 .... :)