On the way home.

Right before we left the orchard, we let Owen pick an apple off the tree. It was a cute shot and whatever, but he insisted that he keep his apple. Whining ensued. Ok fine, keep your apple for the ride home. At this age, O isn't supposed to be eating any fruits with tough skin on them, but we didn't think he'd be able to really do anything but slobber on the apple. We were, umm, wrong. By the time we got home it was a mangled core.