On the weekend Mr Daddy took the little dude down into the garden. He (the child, not the grown man) spotted the lemon tree and decided to pick a lemon. He then turned round and walked back up the path into the house to present the lemon to me, clearly a precious gift. I added it to the bowl of lemons, he looked a little perplexed (”damn, she already had some!”), and removed a different lemon and turned round and walked back into the garden and placed the new lemon at the foot of the tree.
I love how he thinks.