A young girl and her father walked hand in hand through a peach grove. The father stops and plucks a fresh peach from a tree and hands it to his daughter.
“It’s soft.” She said.
The father reached and grabbed himself a ripe peach.
“Take a bite. “ He encouraged her through his example.
Both bit into the fruit as juice gushed and ran down their chins.
“And juicy!” The little girl squealed with glee.
The pair found an old stump to sit on as they enjoyed their bounty.
“Daddy?” The girl queried.
“Yes, baby girl?”
“Where do peaches come from?”
“From the tree, you just saw me pick it.” The dad laughed.
“And where does the tree come from?” She countered.
At this time the father was revealing the stone of his fruit so he used it to illustrate.
“Ya see this here, that’s a stone or a pit, some people call it a seed. They’re inside every piece of fruit that tree grows. And so, if you plant one of those stones and you care for it, water it, trim it if necessary, it matures long enough to bear fruit, which we then pick and eat. Yum!”
The girl looked perplexed.
“Whats the matter honey, don’t you understand?”
“No Daddy I understand but where does the seed come from?” The girl said very seriously.
The father wrinkled his brow. How does one explain evolutionary biology to an eight year old?
He sighed, “Baby girl, that’s a long story, so right now, why don’t we just enjoy this peach?”
“Ok Daddy.”
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