Apple Harvest

With no-bake cookies as a ready dip,
A son and I headed out to pick apples.

One apple was far higher than I could reach.
I moved on.

My son declared triumphantly,
“I got it!”

Impressed, I asked how.
“Oh, I broke the branch!”
He replied happily.

Then, as if that thought had just now
Finally reached his brain,
He repeated, more slowly,
“I broke the branch. Hmm.
Maybe that wasn’t the best idea.”

I have heard that teenagers
Lose all common sense.
I have no teenagers yet.
I might be in trouble.