
As it turns out, eating watermelon requires a rare hybrid feat of preparing our throats for swallowing at the same time as we chew. Or all that luscious pinkness will trickle down our throats and cough-cough-cough.
I marvel at all that children teach us. And, as if eating watermelon wasn’t pleasure enough, now I’ll always think of this steely-eyed toddler and his first bites of summer.