Cherry Bombs

This week, I came upon a great produce sale at the local Meijer. I got pounds of cherries for cheap, rock hard nectarines (the only way my family likes to eat them), and sweet corn (which it turns out I didn't pick very well because it wasn't that sweet). I love a good sale. Unfortunately in our house, anything perishable quickly gets forgotten and turns into jellied mush in the bottom of my refrigerator drawer in no time. In an effort to prevent this unnecessary waste, I have been pushing fruit on everyone for the last two days. Eli is happily consuming all the bitter fruit I can give him. For two days in a row, he has eaten cherries aplenty (which he says he has never had before, can this be true?). I am going to include pictures of his post-cherry indulgence below. He liked playing with the stems. He first pretended they were arrows (like in his Robin Hood movie) and kept shooting them across the table. Then he kept telling me they looked like bones (where he is seeing femur shaped bones, I don't know). And finally he ended up rubbing two stems together and humming, pretending he was playing a violin. Why do I ever bother buying toys for this kid when discarded pieces of trash will be just as pleasing?

But here is the hitch in this happy tale. It is a well known fact that cherries contain some kind of cursed ingredient that will upset the tracts and lead to toilet overuse. In Eli's two day cherry feast, I neglected to account for this. So tonight, while in the care of his father, the poor boy complained of stomach pain and then descended into a state of perpetual flatulence. All because Mommy can't resist a good sale... I guess I should be glad they weren't having a sale on Milk of Magnesia.

This is Eli's attempt at a posed smile

Violin

Bones

Arrows