A radish?

I was at a birthday party with my daughter on Saturday, flying solo.  My wife was not feeling well, so she remained at home.

At one point I was sitting at my friend's kitchen table, feeding Clara crackers and cheese.  Then I saw a platter of fruits and vegetables.

"Oh look," I said.  "Apple slices.  You love apples."

My daughter had eaten about half a dozen before a kind, young lady sitting nearby informed me that the apples that my daughter was eating were actually radishes. 

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