I was in Shoprite this morning, saw a yellow watermelon and brought it
home. I didn't really think any of the kids would eat it because it's, you know,
different and we don't do different. And also, because once it's cut up, it
looks a lot like pineapple and no one in my house like pineapple, except Josh.
Which is kind of ironic because the kids all inhaled their yellow watermelon and
Josh was all, well, I don't know, maybe I won't like it. But like a good father
who is supposed to encourage his children to expand their healthy
food horizons, he tasted it and actually liked it. So there you go, the one and
only food (besides for chocolate ice cream) that all six people in this family
mean, it wasn't like it was a whole watermelon - I can't bring those home, too
messy to cut up and way to heavy to lift out of the shopping cart without
falling in, but still, it's gone. All that's left is the rind and if I would
have let the baby have it, she would have licked it clean.
Yellow watermelon. Who knew?