Looking for a snack, Juma pulled an apple out of the refrigerator crisper and declared he wanted "one of these."
"Well, we already have two apples on the counter, I'll just cut a slice from one of those for you. No need to get out a new one when we haven't finished these apples, " I told him.
"But this isn't an apple," he answered, holding up the apple in his hand.
"Yes it is. We picked it just a couple weeks ago, remember?"
"But this is red and green."
"So is this one," I said, holding up one from the counter.
"But this isn't an apple! This is juicier and sweeter!" he explained.
"Oh, honey, that just means it's a good apple," I concluded, wondering if we've fed him nothing but mushy, grainy apples his whole life.
Later, when I recounted the conversation to Justin, Juma grumpily interjected at the end, "It's not an apple! Hmph!"
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