Thursday, March 19, 2009

It is fruit . . .

Last weekend, we went out to eat at one of our favorite restaurants. At the table next to us sat a young boy, about four or five years old, with his parents and his grandmother. The little boy was enjoying his dessert when he stopped with a bite of apple cobbler mid-air and said, “You know, grandma, I could eat this stuff for breakfast.”

Sounds good to me.

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