Monkey see

Last night after dinner, Big A insisted on having a popsicle. We talked her into grapes instead.

The four of us were outside on the deck, the girls running in and out of their playhouse, fighting over who gets to sit on which chair. (They are exactly alike, but you cannot tell Big A that, or anything else for that matter.) Remember, she is 30.

Hubby had the bowl of grapes and from time to time one of the girls would come over and help themselves. Little A, had one in her hand and wanted another one. I guess she decided she was old enough to double fist. Well…maybe not, because she dropped one on the deck. Immediately, I picked it up and threw it off the deck as to not tempt her or Big A to pick it up and promptly deliver it to their mouths. Again, Little A, demanded to hold two at a time, again dropping one. This time before I could reach it, Little A toddled over to it, picked it up and hurled it with all of her might……..about 1 foot from where she was standing. Satisfied with her efforts, she walked right over it and squished it. Guess that is it for that grape. No one is putting that in their mouths. And a good thing she had her shoes on too.