Not one, but two, watermelon stories.

Watermelon story #1:

We went to the farmer’s market on Saturday and bought a watermelon. A heavy watermelon. We get it home and Anna Grace says she wants some watermelon. We told her to wait a minute but she was determined to handle things herself. She picks up the very heavy watermelon with every intent of getting us to serve it up. She then accidently dropped the watermelon on the kitchen floor and it exploded into a bazillion pieces. Thankfully she missed her foot.

Watermelon Story #2:

We were having dinner tonight and I had served watermelon….from the very small amount that wasn’t destroyed in the above incident. Anna Grace had, by this time, decided that watermelon was evil and she didn’t want to eat it. Too bad, I wanted her to eat a few bites. Anna Grace looks at me and announces “the watermelon’s not workin’ for me”.

Oh my!