I saw a picture of some lovely shiny red apples on someone's blog and it immediately brought a story to mind.
The location: A supermarket fruit and veg section on a Sunday.
The Players: a mother with a small son aged around five years old.
The script:
Mother: Shall we buy some apples? They would be nice in your lunch bag for school.
Child: Ooh, can we buy some of those juicy, red, poison apples?
Mother: (hiding her grin by turning her head away from him) Of course we can!
Now Mr M and I cannot go through the fruit and veg section without one of us asking "Shall we buy some juicy, red, poison apples?" and secretly watching the expressions on the faces around us.
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2 comments:
I do hope you've scrapbooked that little story. It is so precious!
Poison Apples! I would so love to overhear the pair of you in the supermarket.
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