Monday, July 18, 2011
(channeling Lita Ford) He call me blueberry, blueberry, blueberry, very blue
The youngest firmly believes in donning proper and specific attire for nearly any activity, which means when I suggested we go pick blueberries, he immediately shouted, "Quickly! My farmer hat!"
He was quite vigorous in his suggestion that I put my hair into twin braids, but I told him I thought the proper blueberry hairdo was a simple ponytail. He looked skeptical then said he'd "let it slide this time and hey, Mommy, where's my farmer shirt?"
Season's almost done. Y'all get on your pickin' duds and skedaddle over. Bandaid stamps over eyes optional.
Sprinkle's Blueberry Farm
more area pick-your-own opportunities