One time a few years ago my nieces Elizabeth and Amanda were spending the night at my house. We were eating breakfast on my porch, and I was trying, with no luck, to get Elizabeth to eat some kind of fruit, possibly a banana. She looked at me, and said, with all the indignation an eight year old could muster, "Aunt Kalyn, don't you realize that I've never been much of a fruit eater?" What I didn't tell her at the time (but will confess to now if she or her mom sees this on the blog) is that I've never really been much of a fruit eater either.
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