Earlier today, L and her little buddy from down the street both came running into the house wearing YUCK faces and making a bee-line for the sink. They leaned over the sink and squirted the spray nozzle into their mouths and did a lot of spitting.
I asked them what they had gotten into their mouths and they said they had tried a persimmon off the tree in our yard and it wasn't ripe.
Let's look a little more closely at this story: "a persimmon" and "it" wasn't ripe. Sounds like a single piece of fruit to me. Did they break it in half and try it simultaneously? Or was it more like, "Eeeewww!! Taste this! It's NASTY!!"
"Ooooo, really? OK."