My first apple.
Followed by daddy trying to get a pic of mommy's cleave. Wrong angle dang-it.
The day marked the first time B at an apple without it first being peeled.
The day also marked another day of B flirting with Michael. She digs the older men already and that day alone took several years from my life.
Chase me Michael, chase me!
As Joe and I discussed, once B turns 12, she'll never see this guy again. He totally has that "your daughter digs me" look on his face. Little player...