Celeste loves her fruits for which, I am thankful.
Usually, right after her main meal she would go to the refrigerator and dig deep for any fruits and I would oblige her orders. If she is too lazy, she would take an easy way out: she would ask me whether there’s any fruits in the fridge, just like last week.
I remembered I bought some nice red plums and decided to give Celeste a try. While I was peeling the skins off the plums, Celeste came to the kitchen and asked;
“What fruit is that, daddy?”
“That’s nectarine, darling” I answered (not knowing I wrongly mistaken the plums as nectarines)
“It looks kind of different. Maybe it’s not ripe”, she suspiciously replied.
“They are already ripe, darling” I told her confidently.
“Then maybe, they are over-ripe, daddy”, she walked away as she wasn’t convinced the fruits were nectarine.
A minute later, she came back to me, asking to test taste a slice of the cut fruits.
“It’s plum, daddy”, she retorted
“Ohh..now go and eat your plums”, I shooed her.
Nowadays, kids know their fruits!