I love a nice, tart, crisp Granny Smith apple. There’s nothing like it.

My boys know that’s my preference when it comes to that fruit.

Last week, we were riding in the van. The boys were talking about colors and fruit. Andy said something about apples being red.

“Except Granny Smiths,” he said. “Those are green, right, Mom?”

“Yup.”

So, Brady piped up from the second back seat. “What are the red ones called, Mommy? Grandpa Reds?!”

Then he started giggling hysterically. So did the rest of us.

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