My BBBH rarely passes on the first melon of the season. When they show up, she shows up. There may be nothing she likes better.
She has just cut into the thing and has taken out a slice of heaven. Her words: "That's better than candy!" I have heard her utter that incantation over virtually every watermelon she has tasted in my presence. Actually, watermelon is better than almost anything in her estimation. I mean, the girl loves watermelon!
BBBH tells this on herself. When she was a little girl, four and five years old, summertime came, family get-togethers in progress, she would climb up on her uncle's lap and say, "Uncle Leek, will you buy us a big ol' watermelon?"
And of course, he did. I can relate to that. Those big brown eyes have looked into mine, too.