Crazy About Mandarins

You were waiting patiently while Momma washed the lunch dishes.



You were all clean.



Your highchair was all clean.



Momma was just rinsing off the final dishes.



Momma turned to talk to you.



And she laughed.



And laughed.



And laughed.



Why did Momma laugh at you, honey?



It's because you are smart.



Very.



Very.



Smart.



You grabbed the can of mandarin oranges from the table.



Momma had pushed them far away from you.



But not far enough.



You love them so much you ate almost the entire can.



In one day.



In one simple lunch setting.