Last week I got some plums. I love plums. For some reason, though, my boys have decided to be picky with what fruit they want to try. So it was a no on the plums. Boo, boys. Boo.
A few days later, I got a plum out and got it ready to eat. Gavin saw me doing it and asked what it was. I told him it was a plum. "Can I have a plum?" I let him have the one already to go and got one for myself. He took a bite, loved it, and asked what it was again. I, once again, told him it was a plum. He looked at it, examining it. A few minutes later he says, "Mmm... I love berry apples!". Hahaha!
So plums are not plums- they are berry apples. And don't try to tell him differently, because he will defiantly correct you. Silly goose.
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