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His Grapes

It seemed simple.

I brought grapes along for the ride, so no one would starve.

Only ten inches into the ride, my son claimed that he needed the grapes.  All of them. 

At which time, still mostly in our driveway, I deferred to doling out grapes.  I even handed my son the near-empty container. 

Which was when my son scooted closer to his sister…

who then suspected he’d gotten more grapes and wasn’t sharing. 

He responded to her open palm with a smirk and a line he’d heard before, “you can’t have these.  They have sugar in ’em.”


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