I started writing this thing a month ago with some lame generalization about how kids behave radically differently from one minute to the next while they all pretty much look their age. But I couldn’t sustain the thought, and I’m not even sure I believe it, so I’m just going to relate a little anecdote about Ben and Sara that occurred earlier this summer.

apple corer

Ben eats an apple every night before bed. He never misses a night. Never. And who ends up cutting the apple for him? Sara. So one night, Sara told him that she was going to buy an apple corer and teach him how to use it.

Sara: Ben, I’m going to buy an apple corer so you can cut these things yourself. Do you know what that is?

Ben: What?

Sara: You know, an apple corer?

Ben: Yeah, I know an apple corer. I mean, I’m not best friends with it, but I’m “familiar” with it. [he actually did the air quotes.]

Sara: Oh, Ben. You’re such a wiseguy!

Ben: [still riffing] I also know the muffin man. Do you know the muffin man?

That’s often how conversations devolve in our household–with one person getting sillier and sillier until the other one gives up. Of course, I’m never the silly one.

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4 Responses to Apples

  1. anne van huisen says:

    I love these stories and miss the whole swedberg/deboer family terribly. hope life in michigan is great.

  2. Dad says:

    Great story, which also showed me a great use of the word “riffing”, which I don’t recall being used apart from a musical context.

  3. Diane says:

    I’m a big fan of skins — veggie and fruits, that is. However. This gizmo, owned by my brother, is so totally fun to use that it’s worth losing a few nutrients for. Check it out:

  4. Karl Swedberg says:

    Thanks, Anne and Dad.
    We miss you, too, Anne! It’s hard not to be reminded of you daily with your gorgeous art hanging on our walls.
    Diane, that apple peeler is really cool! I might have to surprise the family with one of those. I remember someone had brought one of those over to our house for a few days. Can’t remember who it was. A neighbor, maybe. Or was it you? Anyway, we had a blast with it.

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