Do you want to know a Deep, Dark Secret?
OK, here it is:
I am an unrepentant Fruit Biter.
Yes, it's true.
'Twas I who wantonly savaged Mommy's Banana.
And that's not all...
...no fruit is safe from my fiendish fangings! Cherries, strawberries, apples, pears, peaches--I'll pierce 'em all--and more than once, mind you. Even cucumbers. Although I do admit that the watermelon that invaded the kitchen counter this summer was a pretty tough customer. I may have left that one unsullied.
Mommy is a mostly begetable-eater, so there's always plenty of fang fodder
crying out to be marauded ripening on the counter. She's become resigned accustomed to eating previously tooth tested fruit--just like Daddy who eats pizza after The Baby has licked the cheese, Mommy is a trooper and eats Holey Fruit.
She better be grateful, is what I say. Not every Mommy has a Personal Produce Pussycat.
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