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    Posted May 10, 2014 by
    Charlotte, North Carolina
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    Confessions from imperfect parents

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    The Fruit Dispute of 2008

    "I will never like fruit, Mom. It's just not for me." In his entire lifetime, Rory Malcolm has eaten one grape, two maraschino cherries and a handful of golden raisins. He's held onto this position since he first starting eating things, a very long time ago.
    "I don't care if I'm thirty five years old and my wife spends all day baking me a pie. I'm not gonna eat it." Rory tucked his spoon into his chocolate SnackPack and gave it a spin.

    "That's not very nice, Brother," I said to him. "I feel badly for that young lady."
    "Well, I don't," he protested. "She knew I hated fruit before she married me." He pulled his shirt pocket up to his mouth and licked the pudding from the spot where a small glop had landed.
    "I told her lots of times that I was never gonna change," he insisted.

    "Oh dear," I shook my head. "Surely you don't mean that, honey. Compromise in relationships is so important. No one lives in a vacuum. Promise me you'll give it some thought."
    "Okay," he replied. But I had a feeling he wouldn't.

    After lunch, we went outside and took some photographs.
    "Smile!" I suggested.
    This was the best of the bunch.

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