The other night Dante said, “can I have a fruit daddy”? We were really confused and had no idea what a fruit daddy was so we asked him if he wanted fruit salad. He said no I want a fruit…you (pointing to my husband to indicate daddy). It was so hilarious the way he said it that I spit the wine out that was in my mouth and it shot into my eye out of my cup.
I still didn’t know exactly what he was talking about, but I cut up a bunch of fruit and arranged it on a skewer to kinda make the shape of a body, as best I could. He seemed satisfied with my creation. I used a grape for the head, a piece of pear to represent the arms, an apple slice for the body and a chunk of mango for the feet.