We were chillin' in the produce section last night (It's where all of the popular geeks are frequenting) when Miles spotted a selection of cherries. He picked up the bag and thrust them at me. I giggled...he looked kind of cute there, waving a bag of fruit in the air, seeming unable to put words together. "Looks like cherry season is coming early this year," I said. Terribly inane thing to say, I know...I get that from my father. (erm...love you daddy!) Cherry season usually starts in June; I thought it relative conversational matter.

The mad excitement in Miles' eyes blurred as the dullness of my statement penetrated. It spurred him to speak. "Should we get some?"

"If you want," I replied.

—"Well, would you have some?"

"Probably some."

—"How many? How many of them would you eat?"

I was growing exasperated. "I don't know, just grab a bag."

—"Well do you think I should? I won't if you won't eat them with me."