Before I Forget

There is story that Harold told me about Abigail a few weeks ago. They had gone to the market together on a Sunday. Harold was worried about dealing with Abigail and sticking to the list of items that I put down. He picked up a pear and asked her what it was and she didn't know so he told her it was a pear. Harold then continued purchasing fruit and Abigail picked up a fig and asked him what it was. He didn't answer right away and Abigail said, "baby pear"; Harold was so struck by it that he told me when they returned. It is a great story and I didn't want to forget about it.

I think I am getting sick AGAIN. Abigail has conjunctivitis.