Tonight, you were shoving mandarin oranges into your little mouth as fast as mommy could give them to you.
“More,” Mommy asked.
“Please,” Mommy encouraged.
“Plaaaaa,” You repeated between bites.
Much too soon, “that’s all,” Mommy said. “You ate them all. They’re all gone.”
Your little hand turned as you waved goodbye to the memory of oranges.