There was a meme on FaceBook about cutting grapes so little kids don’t choke on them and it put me in mind of a story. I don’t know if it will amuse anyone but my nephew and me. But, remembering makes me chuckle.
When my youngest nephew was 3 or 4 years old, we were visiting my parents. He was (and is) a delightful person. But, at that time, he really didn’t talk much. He was one of those kids who used expressions instead of his vocal cords. You can know that, when he finally decided to talk, it was Katie-bar-the-door.
My mother got out a bowl of fresh cherries for us to nibble on while we chatted. Of course the youngest child in the room was all about the fresh fruit and I saw him pop one in his mouth. I made him spit it out. I think he had a second of debating whether to bite me after he did it. But, he did. I picked it out of my hand, showing it to him, and split it open, showing him the pit and removing it. His face said “Oh! I didn’t know that was in there.” I handed him the pitted cherry and he very happily pulverized it.
So, we sat there sharing the cherries. I think I got one for ever 2 or 3 he ate. Whatever.
When we were about 2/3 of the way through the bowl, his mother looked up and said “Did he just eat a cherry? Those have pits! Spit that out!”
He rolled his eyes to me. WithOUT spitting out the cherry. (He still uses that expression. 15 years later) I showed her my collection of pits and said “We’ve got this.” And she left us to it.
I think that is probably the real beginning of our relationship.