I was taking a short break between making homemade jam and fruit leather when I suddenly realized that the house seemed a little too quiet. That's when I discovered my youngest son happily entertained by tossing apricots on the floor and then stomping on them. It was almost like dejavu, because about eleven years ago my oldest son did the exact same thing only with strawberries instead of apricots. (And of course I had just mopped the floor the night before.)
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