I found this in the living room last night:
I stared at it for a couple of minutes, then began laughing out loud.
A few weeks ago, William wanted a drink of apple juice, and was convinced that he could get said drink by sticking a straw into an apple. I couldn’t convince him that this was not how apple juice worked, but I managed to distract him with something else. I forgot all about it, and I thought he did, too.
So yesterday when he asked for an apple, I thought he was going to eat it. I didn’t think twice about the fact that he was holding a straw.
I hope he wasn’t too disappointed. Although you have to give the boy credit for his tenacity — look at the gouges in that apple! How many attempts did he make before he was able to get the straw all the way in?