Grapefruit pickin' time!

The other day I spent a delightful afternoon with Ava.

I picked her up from pre-school and she had lunch in the backyard

(I was fasting - day before my dreaded 'C')

Anyway,

she kept looking up at the grapefruit

and

wanted to 'pick those big oranges'

(as she called them)

I told her they were grapefruit several times

but it just wasn't connecting for her so

eventually I called them big oranges too.

I got some scissors and a chair and we went to work.

At first she wanted to pick them.

I held her up and she tried and tried

and then

decided I should pick the 'oranges'

and

she would catch them.

She was very busy picking them off the ground and running over to

the chaise with them,

and

counting them.

She really liked to count them.

She wanted to juice them

I showed her how to hold the 'orange'

on the juicer till all the juice

was out.

She took this very seriously.

She held up each squeezed 'orange'

and

said,

"How's this Noni"?

I would say, "It looks good"

and

she would pick up another.

Finally,

she wanted to taste the juice.

So I poured her a small glass of freshly squeezed

'orange' juice.

She took a sip

and

put the glass down and shook her hands in front of her

and grimaced, and said,

"It's a little....... a little ......

strong, Noni".

No more 'orange' juice for her.

But I put it in the refrigerator and thought about how I

will, at some point, mix a little of that juice with vodka!!

That's the ticket.