When I was growing up, my cousin Jill was the closest thing I had to a younger sibling. Her mom and my mom were sisters, and we lived nearby, so we spent a lot of time together when we were very young.
I have a vivid memory of when Jill was perhaps 2, and my brother and I were coaxing her on a hot summer day to take the cantaloupe off her plate and put it down her shirt and in her hair. We thought it was hilarious; my mom, not so much.
Yesterday G and R were finishing a meal, which happened to include cantaloupe. I hear R saying coyly to G, "oh G, don't put your cantaloupe in your hair," in perfect reverse-psychology tone and intonation. Of course G dutifully began smashing cantaloupe in his hair to rave reviews of laughter:Mind you, his hair is usually straight...
Life is sweet,