Seth-7yr, after a field trip to an apple orchard. He holds up a less than stellar looking apple and proudly tells me it is “the exact kind that YOU are, Mom.”
“Yeah. If you were an apple. You would be exactly this apple.”
I frown at it.
“come on! Name some apple types!”
I try. But Macintosh and Granny Smith and Honeycrisp don’t have anything to do with me. And Seth-7yr can’t stand it anyway.
“NO!! It’s a Pink Lady with bruises!!!!”
He giggled and was very proud of himself for this. I looked at what skin i had showing, and yeah, there were the usual few bruises.
If I have to be an apple, he’s right. That’s the one.