an apple a day...

"hey honey."

yeah.

"did you give sterling an apple?

no. why?

"he's eating one on the stairs"

really?! where did he find it? (thinking of some horrible hidden place. it's most likely rotten)

"i think he got it from my lunch box."

why did you ask me then?

"it's got some good bites that i didn't think he did."

oh.

this was the converstation that i had with andrew as he came upstairs to start on dinner.

i brought sterling upstairs, as he was trying to come up them with the apple, and put him in his high chair. i did take the sticker off too. i've eaten one of those because i wasn't paying attention. not the funnest thing to shallow.

you can tell that he was playing in the dirt again. now that i think about it. he spent most of saturday outside. in the morning he helped pick up sticks and leaves. then after his nap he helped dad with the rototiller. he wouldn't go near it when it was running, but at soon as andrew turned it off, he was right there. i needed up going out to watch sterling.

what is left of the apple. he ate like two thirds of it. then he continued to eat his dinner a little bit later. andrew thinks he ate as much as me.