Know your produce!

We went to Persnickety Ticker's house to watch her Ticker Tot for a bit while she tended some business. She came home and I expected that I would end up hanging out a while, but not ALLLLLLL day. I won't venture on that tangent today though. In hanging out and helping her declutter (which means now *I* have to declutter my house too), we ended up at 5 PM emerging from a tidier closet in Ticker Tot's room. Then I was planning on coming home and getting something accomplished and spend some time with the husband. Didn't happen because the route from her house to mine is a log-jam of sorts at 5:00. She offered to make dinner. I'm not stupid. Someone offers to feed me, I usually accept - situations involving morality and ethics are the exception. Well my daughter (the clone) eats most anything I eat. I say most because my co-spawner is picky about his food. My clone picked at her food and decided she was done eating. We once again ended up yakking after dinner and next thing I knew it was 8 PM. We left shortly after that and stopped at the Home Depot to get something I needed. We got home and got to work on the neglected household care. (::bites keys about wildebeast's work ethic::) My hungry child asked for some fruit. Well I wasn't going to lavish her with a fruit tray, but we do have some grapes in the fridge. She presents me with a tomato. The conversation followed like this:

"That's a tomato"
"Yea, it's a fruit. It's not a betchtable"

I know this already, but she indeed had a point. I couldn't argue with her. But I did make her wait till I finished typing up this post till I went to cut the tomato for her.