Cormac and the Five Cherry Pits

A funny little Cormac (Sixth Son) story, which I’m putting here for safe-keeping because it’s hilarious and my memory’s horrible and I really want to remember it and thisismyblogsoI’lldowhatIwant.

We got cherries in our latest co-op basket.

Sarah had given them to the boys with the (usual) requirement that they put the pits and stems in a plastic bowl, rather than “Hansel-and-Gretel-ing” them all ’round the house. (Yes, that’s a thing. Yes, that’s what usually happens. Yes, you should see our basement floor most days. Not.)

Cormac was napping during the day’s Great Cherry Debacle, so when he came upstairs and stumbled across the bowl of casualties, it was the first time he’d seen them.

He quickly grabbed a handful of the pits — because of course, that’s what you do when you see something lying around and why would you do anything else? — and before Sarah could say anything, popped one of them into his mouth. Moments later, he spat it out with that hilarious little “full-body shudder” that’s such a toddler thing.

Turning to her impishly, he said: “Mama, that peanut was SO GROSS.”

Attribution(s): My picture.