Today I was hanging out with my youngest.
Who was home from school with strep throat.
Because it’s critical that someone get sick right before a holiday, immediately before an airplane flight, and on the last possible shopping-without-children morning of the holiday season.
Y’know. It’s a law.

And she tells me this story that she made up.
There’s a contest.
“Who can sit on a piece of fruit for 8 days but not rotten it?”
That is the question. 

The winner comes up with some incredibly clever papier mache ugly fruit idea. Hard to rotten.

I swear, by the end of it I was ready to throw in the towel.

This was better than half of the books on the shelves. 

OK, maybe not half. But a good 37 percent.  And definately better than most of my ideas. 

I hardly ever feature ugly fruit…

(Grateful for daughters and days off…)