The pits in those cherries can be excised with a simple device:
See, now, somewhere deep inside, I knew that if I wrote that previous post, something would come along like this and blow my little metaphor all to hell.
It did, however, accomplish two things: 1) Kept SubKids busy slapping the
shits pits out of cherries for at least thirty minutes, and 2) Got them to eat fruit. Real, actual, grew from the ground, fruit.
Best twelve bucks I’ve spent this week. Granted, it’s Monday, but still.