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.
It's just silly how often I read your posts and sit here mousing around for a like button. :)
ReplyDeleteLove love love this story.
Lissa,
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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. :)
ReplyDeleteAww!
ReplyDeleteI 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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