With buckets in hand we headed to the bushes. Luckily we were able to find some shade that kept us from totally melting.
My inquisitive child watched diligently as I picked the berries. I shared my harvest with him by alternating between his bucket and mine.
Eventually, he grabbed a few of the blueberries held them up and said "ball?" I explained that even though they were round they were not balls but blueberries (in toddler of course). Confused, he mashed a few and said "balloon?" I said, "no, blueberry." He preceded to taste, touch, smash, and throw the blueberries from his toddler sized bucket.
It wasn't long before he decided to help by picking a few himself. This would have been great if he were two to three feet taller. To appease him it was necessary to apply a little elevation. Therefore, project blueberry continued with an additional weight of around thirty pounds. Child in one hand and bucket in the other I persevered until I gathered enough for a small pie.
Totally exhausted, we dropped our goods off at Nana's with hopes of a home made pie and better luck tomorrow!
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