This morning, I was schooled… by a pomegranate.

It seems like the more wound up I am, the more bizarre the messenger becomes. Clearly, that’s necessary and I’m grateful. Otherwise, I might never snap out of it.

Not long ago, my son began harassing me about pomegranate seeds. He had them with a friend at a soccer game and for a few weeks each trip to the grocery store was a Groundhog’s Day-like experience. It started with him hard-core selling me on the bliss of the pomegranate seed, followed by my appreciation of his discovery.

This part of the conversation not-so-mysteriously coincided with our entrance into the produce department and inevitably resulted him holding up what a nearby sign promised was indeed a pomegranate.

You ate that at a soccer game?

He explained that it has seeds inside. You eat the seeds.