Friends ask me how is parenthood. Like grapes. When I was little, even though I dont recall it, I am sure my parents peeled the skin and deseeded each grape for me. Later, when I was a youth, even if I dont recall it, I must have picked grapes off for my romantic interest and shared a moment of togetherness like in music videos. These days, as a parent, I watch the kid so she doesnt choke on a grape, and eat whatever is left over so the plates can be washed. And if I had more time, this blog post would have been a haiku.