But somebody LOVES pears!
I thought he might like to taste the pear I was eating at the fancy grocery store downtown where we had lunch, but as soon as I got it within an inch of his mouth he latched onto it and began sucking as though he hadn't been fed in days (which, look at those cheeks, clearly access to food is not an issue).
Then I was all, "Haha, Baby James likes my pear!" and took it away so I could finish it and that was NOT ACCEPTABLE. Just ask the other people enjoying their lunch on the patio or the flock of birds that was startled into flight by the sharp wail he let out as I tried to reclaim my lunch.
So we shared it. He got the juice and I got everything that was left. I don't blame him. It was a delicious, juicy, perfectly ripe pear. And I have similar feelings for pico de gallo.