Pai: (peeling an orange)
Me: Oh I love the smell of oranges!
Hank: But you can’t eat one.
Hank: Papa, why did mommy get allergic to oranges?
Me: Yah, Why did I, Alfredo?
Pai: Well, your body got confused. When you eat an orange your body thinks it is under attack.
Hank: Do you hear that, my mama?
Pai: Your mommy misses eating oranges, but if she eats one her body makes her sick. That is an allergy.
Me: I get too sick to even want to try and eat one.
Hank: Because you are being attacked.
Me: Yes. When I was your age my Grammy use to get boxes of oranges from her friends in Florida, which is where they grow in America. Each orange was wrapped in blue paper like a present and I could eat as many as I wanted. Oh I loved oranges, but its ok. I can still love the smell, and orange blossoms make me so happy in the spring and these pears are perfectly ripe.
Pai: Argh! (wincing) But not these kiwis. Oh. They are (takes another bite) so sour! Acrid (tart, sour)!
Hank: Quick! Eat another orange!