In the normal world, you might find an apple in a refrigerator, or in a bowl on a kitchen counter or dining table. You might even find an apple in a backpack, bound for the lunchroom or a teacher's desk.
In Boy World, you find apples in your armchair.
Witness Exhibit "A."
I chased the kids out of the front room the other night, turned off the television so as to bask in blissful silence, settled into the comfy leather recliner-that-doesn't-look-like-a-recliner - and felt a bulge of some sort pushing against my tush.
Tennis ball? Balled-up sock? Nope - apple.
Because, DUH, you keep apples in the crack of a chair. You know, for LATER.
Which is why every surface in our house is (easily wipeable) leather, slipcovered or Scotchgard-ed.