Four o'clock this afternoon, after much walking and running, I desired an apple. A big, juicy, flavorful apple. I was flooded with memories of visiting (and partaking of!) Wisconsin's apple orchards every year during my youth. Mmmm, apples.

You know where this is going: there was not an apple to be found in our home. This caused me to be fussy, whiny, and otherwise irritating. This is not a version of myself to which Miles is overly attracted. In a blink, he grabbed his keys (in the middle of the Cubs game!), and we headed toward the car.

He turned the key in the ignition and paused. Looking at me, he asked, "So, we're going to the store...just to get you an apple? Seems foolish to go for so little."

"Yeah," I replied. "I'll get some gum, too."

"An apple and some gum. Still seems goofy. I'm going to have to get a bottle of Pepsi, too."