So I handed him the (softly serrated) knife and scooted over to make sandwiches.
He ever so slowly and meticulously sliced off the green tops of each berry then quartered each one by one without once asking for assistance. I think I could hear Tom Colicchio and Padma cry.
"See," he says proudly when it's all finished, "Daddy taught me how to cut strawberries!"
Yes. Oh, yes he did.
(I could not draw a line so diagonal if I had a ruler and a T square.)
Apple.
Tree.
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