me: "hugh, would you like to go pick blueberries? it will be so much fun! and blueberries are your favourite! isn't this such a clever idea?he: "grandaddy's favourite colour is blue"
me: "uh. okay. so anyway, lets go for a car ride and celebrate this plentiful blueberry season!"
my silent thoughts in the car: "gosh. i'm such a good mummy. showing my dear boy the wonderful world of growth and harvest. this is going to be awesome. i can't wait to see his little blueberry stained teeth...i can't wait to hear his laughs of outdoor adventure fun. let's get there already!
arrive at the farm.
me: look hugh! look at all the blueberries. hold on to this bucket and let's fill it up!!!!!!!!! he: no.
me: oh. hey...follow me. i'll show you. this is going to be great. blueberries are your favourite! c'mon let's go stain your teeth!!!
he: no like blueberries. no. i do not like them. i do not. mommy, play on tractor. MOMMY. I WANT TO PLAY ON TRACTOR! MOOOMMMMMYYYYYYYYYY.
me: okay. ...there's always next year.
