When I was little, I used to get up (on my own) early – often between 6:30 and 7. And when I would get up, I would walk down the hall, knock on my parents’ room door, tell my mom I was up, and ask if I could watch some cartoons. Generally, my mom was up not horribly long after I was, but sometimes she’d fall back asleep instead of getting ready for the day. On one such occasion, after having seen a couple cartoons, I wandered down the hall, knocked on the door, and asked if I could have some Oreos. The answer came back, “you have to have fruit first”. I was a smart ~6 year old kid – I know what fruit is, so I said, “ok”. A few minutes later, my mom got up to take a shower. After finishing her full morning routine, she came in the kitchen and asked me, “why didn’t you eat any Oreos?” I told her I had too much fruit, and didn’t want cookies anymore. She looked around the kitchen, seeing the untouched pile of apples and bananas, and asked, “what fruit did you eat?” I told her I ate some cherries. “But we don’t have any cherries.” “No, mom, I ate them.” Then she saw next to the sink the emptied pint jar of maraschino cherries that I had eaten all of. It took quite a while to explain to me, after she stopped laughing, that maraschino cherries are more like candy than fruit.