Life is like a box of dates . . .

No matter how many you try, all you end up with is a shriveled piece of fruit.

Josh came home with pounds and pounds of dates that he was gifted by some very generous Saudi friends. What a tease though, all those dates packaged like chocolates, each one in its own brown paper cup. 

Whether it’s fruit or chocolate, Camille is an equal opportunity eater. When my back was turned, she pulled some dates off the counter and tried to eat as many as possible before I caught her. 

She has a huge date in her mouth and in her hands she’s holding these date balls that are covered with crushed pistachios, chocolate, or sesame seeds. She demolished an entire gift box of date treats before I realized she was being too quiet . . .

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