I don't want to share

Up to this point in my life I've managed to surround myself strictly with people who do NOT like grapefruit. This works out great for me, because I don't have to share whatever grapefruit I may find myself in possession of. I think I could eat grapefruit for every single meal for the rest of my life. I LOVE it. But now there is Titus (wonderful, of course), and he likes grapefruit. I find myself in a situation I have NEVER been in, that of having a grapefruit vulture in the house. If he so much as hears the faint clatter of the grapefruit spoon as I try to secretly ease it out of the drawer, he comes "running" (still working on that... it's more like frantic fast walking interspersed with falling down) over with his mouth open. Like a huge grapefruit-loving baby bird clutching a miniature car in each hand, he expects to be rapidly fed every other bite (which, as you know, is not easy since eating a grapefruit is an art in itself), as well as at least half of the juice I am able to squeeze out after the fact. *sigh* Seriously, though, my grapefruit and I don't even stand a chance against this cuteness: