Clearly, she's a traitor.
I received a special Grandma Report a few moments ago revealing that my daughter, my mini-me, my own flesh and blood, is a traitor. She eats cantaloupe. Oh, the shivers down my spine.
There are few things I won't eat. Seafood, out of necessity. Ham. Crunchy things like overdone toast or cereal. And, cantaloupe. Musk melon, depends on where your fruit is from.
And she likes it!
Maybe I should buy it for her.
But then, that would mean I would have to husk it, or peel it, or whatever it's called.
I don't think so.
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Both Grandma Reports today have come during the lil' dude's sleep. The first, at nearly 9am, and the second this afternoon during a marathon nap. At least that girl is taking her vacation seriously and sleep-sleep-sleeping. Perfect!
Lucky little traitor.
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