I had the opportunity recently to sneak away and do one of my favorite activities: pick blueberries. It’s so relaxing but also productive – right up my alley. Not to mention that a big ripe blueberry just picked from the bush and still warm from the sun is the most delicious thing in the world.
But enough about blueberries, this post is about the picture I got into my (possible) future raising a son. There were a few groups of people out picking in the field with me. One appeared to be a mom, her son, and 3 of his friends. I’d guess the boys were about 8 or 9 years old. They were active and chatty and watching them for 30 seconds made me feel very tired for that mom. This little exchange explains it all…
Boy 1: “Awww, gross! I just got pooped on by a bird!”
Boy 2: “AWESOME. Let me see!”
Boy 3: “You should save that – we could do somethin with it later.”
What have I gotten myself into?