I cut wedges of a beautiful watermelon for Caroline's dinner and arranged them on the plate so the green was showing, all pretty. I usually cut it into cubes and remove the rind; but this is summer, so let's summer it up, I figured.
I sat the plate in front of her. She gasped and looked up.
"Mama, did you forget that I don't like watermelon on the cob?"
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