a green apple story

Yesterday I found Dax like this.

Laying on his back. On the kitchen table. Eating an apple.

“Precious”, I thought. He looked so cute and comfortable and completely at ease. What a joy it must be to lounge across the top of a table, eat an apple, daydream about life, and having no worries in the world. Life is pretty simple for a little boy. Not too much to worry about….

Well, except for maybe the biter of a little brother you are constantly running and hiding from and crying to mom when he does happen to get you and yelling through your tears that, “Wyatt ‘broke’ my arm!”

Yes, other than those little fiascoes, life is pretty simple.

I couldn’t help capture the moment and take these pictures as he sat munching on his apple rattling off funny little things about school, how eating healthy is important and all that he was going to tell his daddy when he got home.

He kinda surprised me when he matter of factly said, “apple started with an 'a'" and then drew one in the air with his index finger. "He’s growing up so fast" I thought.

And then he said, “An apple a day, keeps the doctor away.” Don’t ask me where he heard that one, but that surprised me too.

But who I ask you, does biting into 4 different apples and putting them back in the fruit bowl keep away?

Hmmm, maybe no one. Just a loud neon warning to mom for being so silly as to actually leave unattended food at the table as a festive center piece rather than tightly concealed.

Good thing I swapped out that Halloween bowl. We might have been to the doctor after all.