Caelism of the Day

 At Graham's two year check a few days ago, it was discovered that he is on the small end of the spectrum for his age.  I was surprised to learn that both his weight and height ranked at less than the tenth percentile, so I mentioned this fact to Joel.

Cael must have brushed up on his medical knowledge overnight, because this morning he had an interesting take on the situation.

"Mommy, I know why Graham is so little."

"Why?" 

"Because he doesn't eat as many apples as I do.  I'm heavy from apples."

"Well, that's kind of true.  If he would eat more, he would weigh more."

"That's right." (turning to Graham) "YOU EAT MORE APPLES!"

"Cael, Graham isn't doing anything wrong.  And he's a perfect size.  You worry about you."

"You know, Mommy, that apples come in red, green and yellow?"

"Actually, I did know that.  You're very smart."

"I like Mashintox apples best."

"You mean, Macintosh?"

"Yep.  And the honey ones."

"Honeycrisp?  I like those too."

"Yeah.  Honeycraps."

So I guess Graham has a few changes to make. 

Too many toots, not enough honeycraps.