Thursday, May 04, 2006
Don't Touch My Apple
I used to play a game with Arthur in my mom's backyard: I'd pick a tiny lemon off one of the trees and kick it around like a soccer ball. He'd chase it, grab it in his mouth and run maybe a foot or two before spitting it out. Sour. But then I'd kick it again, he'd chase it again, spit it out again, and so on. It was great fun.
I picked a little apple and brought it home thinking we could play a few rounds of apple soccer, but of course, the game doesn't work with an apple. It's much too tasty.