Waking up from nap is hard. Sophie was fussing as is her wont. Bella was chattering about Ben’s dirty diaper and asking why people poop and talking about eating fruit. Sophie took up the last word as a chant.
Want some. Want some fruit.
Fine, I said. What kind of fruit do you want? Apple, orange, banana, grapes? As I listed off the fruits we had she got more and more distressed.
Fruit, she wailed insistently.
I held her on my hip as I rummaged through the refrigerator and she only whined the more with each suggestion. Finally it clicked when I looked down at the shopping bag and remembered the grapefruit my sister bought this morning at the supermarket.
Grapefruit? I offered. Huge smile.
Fruit! she agreed.
