I have learned to ration grapes.
This lesson was a long time in the learning, but I think I finally have it down. It comes after many months of missing out on the grapes—grapes I bought. I would come home from the grocery store with three pounds of grapes, dump them in a colander and wash them. While they drained in the kitchen sink, they would disappear. All of them. Before the end of the day.
Week after week, month after month, this was happening. Now, you might think I would have caught on before now. You might think I would have devised a solution months ago. Or stopped buying grapes. But I didn’t. I just kept thinking that requesting my kids not eat all the grapes would be enough. Nevertheless, when I arrived home from work. The grapes would be gone.
“You ate all the grapes!” I would say when I discovered the disappearance.
“No. I saved you some,” would come the inevitable reply.
“Three grapes. You saved me three grapes!!”
“Oh. Is that all that’s left?” And there would be a long pause. “Sorry….”
And so, I have learned to ration the grapes. This is just one in a long line of lessons I have learned in my parenting career. I wash a small bunch at a time, and leave the majority in the refrigerator. In the back. Where they might go unnoticed.
It’s the only way I can have my grapes and eat them, too.