Sunday was one of those days. The previous week and the frenzy of activity of from Saturday had caught up with us. The girls kept coming around, complaining they had nothing to do as we prepped lunches, folded clothes, and attempted to clean up the house. “Read a book.” “Play outside.” “Want to write a story together?” I encouraged…over and over.
Adi finally accepted that last invitation. “What do you want to write about?” I asked.
“When I choked on the grape,” she said quietly, surprising me. The grape incident had just happened the day before and she had instructed me not to tell anyone. It really shook her. It shook me as well.
“Ok,” I said trying not to make a big deal of her topic. “What happened first?”
We made a plan and together wrote this story:
PSA Always cut the grapes. I usually cut grapes in half, despite my daughters’ pleas to be able to “eat them like a big girl.” Saturday we were at a party and I didn’t cut the grapes. Now, Adi has sworn off grapes for life and I vow to cut them until they are at least 50 years old. Lesson learned.