I broke it, apparently.
Maya: Apple? Apple?
Me: Sure, you can have an apple.
Maya: Whole apple!
Me: No, babe. Last time we did that, you took five bites, then threw the rest away. You can have apple slices. (Sliced apple.)
Maya: APPPPPLLLLLE! APPPPLLLLLE!
Me: Here it is. (Handing her apple slices on a cutting board.)
Maya: NO! WHOLE apple! (falls on the floor in the quiet prelude to a scream)
Me: (ignore Maya)
Maya: (Grabs apples slices and chomps them down.)
Guess it DOES still taste okay when chopped up.
