Piper likes cantaloupe. A lot. She wants it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And snack, too.
“Mom, I’m the cantaloupe whisperer,” she reported yesterday, stroking a melon in the grocery store aisle.
“Really? What do you tell them?”
Piper knocked on the melon. She sniffed it. “You can’t hear me. That’s the whisperer part.”
