What do you do on Saturday Mornings?

So this one time, my husband went to the grocery store and bought a coconut.  He said that he wanted to open it up and show the kids what was inside it.  Then the coconut sat on our counter for a few days, waiting for the right moment.  Like a Saturday morning.

First, we have to test the hammers, to see which ones we are strong enough to handle all by ourselves. 







See that crack across the shell?  That appeared after each of the boys had hit it once.



Then Connor gave the coconut one more good whack, and the thing pretty much exploded!  There was coconut milk all over the floor, and later I even found some dried up inside of Lex's ear, poor kid.

We all tasted the coconut water...and it was gross.  I still don't know how Kevin, who was the first to try it, was able to keep the convincing smile on his face to get us to try it after him.  I had to run off and get something else to drink right away.  We all tried the white coconut meat that we scraped off the inside of the shell.  That was no good either.  I already knew that I don't like coconut, but now we know that none of us do.  And also that if you do like coconut and don't want to make a big mess, a hammer really isn't the right tool to open a coconut.