G woke up before me, as she has been doing lately, so i stumbled into the kitchen to get her some chocolate milk so i could attempt to sleep a little longer. Sooner or later, I heard the clanking of plates and whatnot from the kitchen. So like a responsible parent, I continued to lay there in bed and hoped i wouldn’t hear any crashing, screaming, or hissing from the cat. Then G appears in the bedroom holding 3 apples, big giant softball-sized apples, apples the size of her head that barely fit in her two hands.

I woke up hearing this: chomp. crunch crunch. tumble thunk roll. uh-oh my apple! here it is! tumble thunk roll. uh-oh my apple! got it! tumble thunk roll.

Of course G was not satisfied with eating from just one apple, or putting any apples down – they all took an equal share of biting and abuse. If they bounced, it would have been funny; instead they just left little moist patches on the tile. She carried them around the house and back all morning. She sat them next to the shower and periodically opened the door to take a bite of a different one each time. She nibbled on them at the kitchen table while i made her eggs which, oddly enough, she had little appetite for. Then for some reason she decided to start eating a much smaller golden-delicious apple.

Well, yet again, I’d rather her make a mess with fruit than junk food.