Wednesday, March 4, 2009
grapefruit and chocolate
This afternoon Marianna and I sat down to enjoy a delicious, perfectly ripe, not too sweet not too tart grapefruit. I've been a grapefruit fanatic for years, and it seems Marianna has inherited the preference. We were both stingy about our half of the grapefruit, eating every bit until there was nothing left but the peel. As I was savoring each spoonful I felt as if I was actually eating health, as if each bite was making me more resistant to every type of disease, while at the same time reducing the effects of aging and giving me energy. I was filled with thoughts about how the grapefruit might be the ultimate food, and I decided that nothing could compare to the pure, unadulterated pleasure of eating something that is so enjoyable and good for you at the same time. I was so in the moment that I decided I definitely needed to sit down and dedicate a post to this perfect fruit.
It was with these grapefruity thoughts swirling in my head that Marianna and I sat down on the couch to do some reading. A few minutes later I noticed she had a glob of chocolate on her finger, a tell tale sign that she had sneaked a chocolate easter egg candy from the bowl that I had on the counter. I thought I'd be silly, so I grabbed the guilty finger and licked off the chocolate. Then I processed the taste.
"Marianna, what's on your finger?"
From a grapefruit high to the ultimate low in under five minutes.
My mental scream sounded, "AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!," as it sunk in that the most disgusting thing I have ever done as a parent had just happened. Of course hind sight is 20/20. Why did I think it would be funny to lick her finger? Looking back, especially with the current knowledge in hand, nothing about licking her finger, chocolate covered or not, seems like it could ever be funny. But I'm looking on the bright side. Today I have made a day that otherwise would have been indistinct and non-memorable, into a day that will live on immortally as long as this mind of mine is kicking.
I would like to end this confessional right here, but I realize some kind of explanation is necessary if (and I know that's a big if) there is an explanation for something like this. If you remember back to this post, I recently told Marianna she was no longer allowed to play with the magic foaming soap after I found her naked and lathered from head to foot. When I asked Marianna, "Why is there poop on your finger?!" she was quick to remind me of my ultimatum.
What can I say? You reap what you sow.