Melon.

It's been unseasonably warm here lately. Spring in Minnesota is usually blustery, rainy, and about 55 degrees. But this weekend it was mild, sunny, and in the upper 60s. So, we did what any foolish Minnesota family would: cracked out the patio furniture and flip flops.

We are, of course, tempting Mother Nature and will probably pay for that with six more inches of snow in the next month. Until then, we're going to enjoy living in our backyard.

Saturday night we had our first dinner outside — burgers on the grill, potato salad, and watermelon.

I think Nate and I might rue the day we introduced our child to this piece of fruit.

The kid went nuts. First we cut a piece into chunks for him, and he was grabbing fistfuls and shoving them into his mouth going "mmm! mmmm!" So then I figured we may as well give him a whole piece. He sucked the living daylights out of that thing and then chewed it all the way down to the rind. And then chewed on the rind. And then got really mad when I took the rind away. I'm pretty sure we could have handed him the whole dang melon and he would have put it away, rind and all, in about 15 minutes.

Last night we grilled beef and vegetable kebabs. He took about two bites of everything and started throwing a fit. So, we gave him another piece of watermelon. And then another. And then I ate the last piece instead of giving it to him because, really — shouldn't the people who pay for the watermelon get to have some?

At least he's acting this way over fruit and not french fries. I'm in no hurry to introduce those, because — as we all know — french fries are WAY better than watermelon.