Griffin came downstairs early this morning while I was working. I asked him if he needed a banana or something to tide him over until breakfast. He said, “Yes, I’ll go look in the fruit basket.”

A few minutes later, after hearing furniture moving around and cabinet doors banging, Griffin returns, holding up a box of cookies and a bag of jelly beans.

And lest anyone think he was passing up last month’s shriveled plums, we maintain a well-stocked shrine to the fruit gods.