I had a fairly sour beginning to my day today. Mom tortured me with citrus this morning - and it was grapefruit, to boot! Daddy calls grapefruit "the devil's fruit," and now I know why. Mom swears I was "asking for it." Don't buy it. There are certainly other things that I have pointed out enthusiastically (e.g. magnets, cats, puddles), and she has heretofore not felt compelled to plop me in my high chair and feed them to me. But somehow, she thought grapefruit might be a good idea. She should have known better. It was my first citrus fruit, and, frankly, I'm not sure I'm going to be in any hurry to have any more. Inexplicably, after each of the first three or four bites, I did ask for more. But my defense is that I wanted to be sure that I didn't like it. Yeah... now I'm sure.