Wednesday, April 30, 2014

The Strawberry King

"Mom!"  My nine year old, poking his head out of our host's kitchen, whispered urgently.  I hurried in, unsure of what I would find.  His hand was clenched in front of him but his eyes flickered past me,  hovering around our host.

Assured that she was not looking, he opened up his hand to reveal a half eaten strawberry.  I now recalled our friend offering my fruit lover some fresh berries.

"Do you want more?" I ask, confused.

He shook his head and shoved the nibbled berry toward my face.  "It's not ... right."  His voice wavered.

"What do you mean?"  I picked up the berry and then I knew.  I knew the horrible truth.  I had spoiled my son.  Spoiled him rotten.

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