Fruit Bowled

Since Dearly Beloved and I don’t get to see our grandsons as often as we’d like, we’re grateful that our daughters are pretty faithful about keeping us in the loop about their sons’ activities and what is going on in their homes.

Sometimes a simple photograph. . . .

One of these things is not like the others,
One of these things just doesn’t belong,
Can you tell which thing is not like the others
By the time I finish my song?

(Sesame Street song)

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12 thoughts on “Fruit Bowled

  1. That banana looks very out of place!
    I can so relate..and I only have one. Who ever thought I would be saying no dirty socks on the table while we are eating or please don’t clean your finger nails with a dinner knife..or one time a long time ago to a boy who should have taught me about boys..We were at Popeye’s chicken when I look over and notice my 4 year old godson licking the table…horrified I asked WHY. He calmly told he like honey.
    To this day when Cole leave home I remind him to “behave” and silently add “don’t like the honey off the table.”

    A picture is worth a 1000 words.

  2. I don’t see a problem there. The baseball is not touching any fruit that is eaten with the peel on it. And heaven knows your brother isn’t likely to be looking in the fruit basket for anything so it’s a great hiding place.

  3. I miss Sesame Street. When my daughter was little, it was the one she asked for every day, even though she couldn’t pronounce S’s.

  4. Arkansas Patti

    Thank you so much for your words of comfort and understanding. She very much believed in the Rainbow Bridge and I desperately want to.

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