This morning I took Munchkin blueberry picking. He had his own little basket, and when I paid for the berries at the farm stand, the lady put Munchkin's berries into his own little bag. (If anyone's wondering, yes, a 3-year-old can eat a whole pint of blueberries by himself. Maybe more.) Anyway, on the drive home I overheard Munchkin recite, "Hatberry, shoeberry, in my canoeberry!" My mommy radar went off just in time to see Munchkin, shoes off, trying to pour his little bag of blueberries into his sneaker.
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