Eric vs. Pomegranite

One of my most favorite things about fall is pomegranites. I LOVE them, and would eat about 10 a day if it were financially or gastrointestinally wise. Seeing that it's neither, I do truly enjoy them when I get the chance. Like eating little rubies. YUM.

Eric, too, enjoys pomegranites, but finds them more difficult to consume than I do, probably because he eats everything like it's his last meal. Pomegranites become an ordeal--we require a towel and an old shirt (or no shirt during the summer). Take this evening... We had both, and he still managed to get juice on his shirt, the towel, a throw pillow, the couch, and the wall. Jeez. If he wasn't so darned cute, I'd be mad. :)