Natalya wanted an apple, so she got one out of the drawer and I cut off part of the bottom because it had some black spots and I wanted to make sure it wasn't rotten. After doing so, the bottom was flat and the stem part was kind of a black spot in the middle of the juicy white apple fruit.
I hand her the apple, then...
N: Mommy?
Me: Yes Natalya
N: There's a weed in my apple.
Me: What?
N: There's a weed in my apple. See. Right here. [points to stem]
Me *chuckling*: no honey, that's the stem end. It's not a weed.
N: oh. okay.
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