An Apple A Day

Early in the morning I was in the bathroom getting ready for work. Mrs. Scott was in there talking to me about each of our schedules for the day. Then walked in our youngest. He was holding an apple. Mrs. Scott asked him, "where did you get that?" As he raised it to his mouth, I could see a small trench he had dug into the surface of the apple that stretched half the way around the other side.

Our 18 month old had gone into the kitchen, opened the fridge, pulled the crisper drawer open, taken out an apple and walked through the house eating it. Okay, he left the door open, but we have plenty of time to work on that.