Tuesday, April 09, 2013
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.