“May I have another apple?” I asked Mom as we traveled down the Mountain Parkway.
“You’ve eaten two, son,” Mom said. “I’m afraid more will hurt your belly.”
“The oatmeal and grapefruit were good, but they aren’t sticking to my ribs like a bacon-egg biscuit does,” I replied.
“My oatmeal was yummy,” Chloe said, “especially topped with honey. Besides, remember what Doc said about co-letter-straw?”