
One morning, Jimmy's mommy asked him to number the apples in the basket. He jumped up with delight and started counting. 1, 2, 3, 4. Jimmy was happy until he got to 10. He was so tired and it felt like the numbers just kept coming. The more he counted, the more terrible he felt. He was about to give up when he suddenly heard his mommy's voice. "That's enough, Jimmy. Now pick the best apple and put it in your lunch box". Jimmy smiled and ran to pick the biggest, juiciest one. He hugged his mommy and skipped off to the park - happy that the morning had ended on such a sweet note.
