When I was young, I had an obsession with oranges. I would eat them incessantly. Apparently, my dietary obsession was so extreme that my face would be stained orange. My mom would scrub and scrub my face before church on Sunday, but to no avail.
I was reminded of this when I saw my Harry Bob sitting on the ground in the kitchen opening a fairly large orange all by himself. No one, including Rinar, will eat an orange unless I peel it for them.
What can I say? I am just so proud of my boy. Finally! Someone who likes oranges as much as me...I mean, likes them enough that not even an orange rind will keep him away.
Good job, Harry!