Just Plain Rotten

Po didn't get a chance to finish his breakfast before we took B to school this morning, and halfway there, he got concerned about it. "My cantaloupe!" he screamed.

"Buddy, don't worry. It will still be there when we get home," I explained. "You can eat it then."

"But it will decay!'

Decay? Really. I explained that it takes quite a while for a piece of cantaloupe to decay and that we'd be home in only a few minutes, so he didn't need to worry. "And, by the way, how do you know the word 'decay'?"

I got his standard answer: "Well, like I told you. I'm just a smart guy."