The great fruit fight of '06

Nice long nap for boys. (And Mommy). Moods should be good, no? No.

Eddie is first up and finds fruit cup from his lunch. Tries to share with a sleeping Chas. "Do you want a grape, Chas?" Mommy listens from bed and is amused.

Then, Mommy and Chas get up. Chas finds fruit cup. Takes grapes. Eddie yells. Chas stuffs grapes into his mouth. More yelling. Chas and Eddie both head back to the fruit cup, this time it's the apple that is left. Both grab some. Eddie runs down the hall. Chas tackles him, but Eddie manages to get his piece of apple in his mouth, chews and swallows.

Chas shrieks, falls on the floor, kicks and cries about his apples. "I grab them They not Eddie's!"

"The apples are down in my belly," Eddie announces.

"Stop!" Mommy screams as she grabs a knife and starts cutting up another apple. Eddie is pleased. Eddie eats some freshly cut apple and gladly takes a baggie full of sweet, fruity good morsels. Chas is offended at the thought that Mommy would try to subsitute this obviously inferior apple for the apple that is, indeed now in Eddie's tummy. Continues to cry and scream even as Mommy ups the ante by adding a banana to the mix.

Mommy starts to blog in frusration. Chas climbs up on her lab, still crying. Only then does Mommy realize that hee still has two pieces of the original apple clutched tightly in his fists.

Eddie goes outside. Comes back in. "Chas, come see the bees." "I can't," Chas replies, "I want to cry." He continues mumbling about the injustice of the apples. Mommy also wants to cry but seeing as she's the grown-up, she simply blogs.

Soon Mommy will put the basketball shirts on in place of the Thomas shirts. This will make the fruit fight seem like a party.

And so goes another day with the three year old joys of my life.