An Apple A Day
"Hey grandpa." Arnold said, walking into the living room.
"Hey shortman. How was school?" Phil asked, setting aside his paper.
"Okay I guess. Mr. Simmons made us finish our nutrition lecture. The only one who seemed interested was Sheena."
"Nutrition eh? She one of those weirdos who won't touch meat? If so, I'd stay away from her." Phil suggested.
"No, she just tries to eat healthy."
"Reminds me of the time my dad said I had to start eating right. He took Mitzy and I to a nearby orchard to pick all the apples we could carry."
"Did you have fun?"
"Oh yeah...up until the point when a branch broke and about twenty of them hit me one by one on the head!" Phil rubbed his chin, thinking back to the day.
"You know what they say though. An apple a day…"
"Keeps the doctor away." Arnold smiled.
"Really they'll keep anyone away if thrown hard enough, and boy did that tree prove it! I haven't picked one since!" Phil laughed.
"See ya grandpa." Arnold smiled. While Phil didn't always give the best advice, it was nice having someone so enthusiastic around.