Pomegranate splatter

August was impatiently waiting for me to come and cut his pomegranate open so that he could put all the seeds in a bowl for himself, pretending to pitch, when suddenly the pomegranate flew out of his hand, hit the floor in the dining room, and shattered all over the walls, the piano, the table, chairs and the floor. It was a huge, very ripe, juicy, dark red pomegranate. Our dining room looked like something from a Dario Argento movie.

I heard myself yell “what were you thinking?!” and was getting ready to send him to his room, but then I noticed his terrified reaction; he had obviously not meant to drop the pomegranate – not even perceived it a possibility - and he was very upset (obviously more than I was) about what had just happened. I let him clean up the mess – I helped – and then he proceeded to deseed and eat what was left of his precious fruit, making sure not to spill another seed.