Thursday, March 31, 2011

Hard To Be Blue Around Her

A few days ago, Juliette staggered into my bedroom in the dusky morning light, with droopy, barely open eyes, whining for "blue strawberries".  She curled up with me under the comforter and fell fast asleep again.  I wrote off her comment as sleepy jibber-jabber, and returned to dreaming myself.  In what seemed like a blink of an eye, but what was probably about 45 minutes later, she woke me again asking for "blue strawberries".  I rubbed my eyes and processed as fast as my pre-breakfast brain could.  Blue strawberries . . . blue strawberries . . . blue strawberries.  Aha!  Blue strawberries = blueberries.  Of course.  Breakfast is always better with some "blue strawberries"!  That girl sure has taste.

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