Safe. Sound. Unbruised. And rarely noticed or eaten.
But then I moved it to the table while scrubbing the kitchen the other day. There it sat as my children got up from their afternoon rests. Micah wandered out. Sat down at the table. Stared sleepily at the basket.
"Can I have an apple, Mama?"
I think I nearly dropped the dish I was washing. Gathering my wits I answered, "Of course you can."
The basket sat there overnight. Next day I found him, munching a banana.
Basket stays on the table now. Because placement, apparently, is freakin' critical when it comes to your child/fruit consumption rations...