As I was cutting up grapes for Broderick's lunch, Breckyn asks, "Mommy are those bad grapes or happy grapes?" "Well, I think they're happy, Breckyn. Good question."
"Oh, good mommy. Happy grapes."
She has a point, who'd want to eat unhappy grapes. That's no way to eat your lunch.
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