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We are in the car. Why do these conversations always start in the car?
DorkySon: I don’t think I want to eat blueberries anymore.
Me: Why not? I thought you liked them.
DorkySon: I do, but they always roll off the plate.
Me: They don’t if the plate is sitting on the table like it should be.
DorkySon: Also, I didn’t really want to tell you this, but do you know what I do with them when they roll off the plate?
Me: … No. What do you do?
DorkySon: I hide them behind the shelves in the den.
Me: Lots of them?
DorkySon: Mmmm. Quite a few.
Me: That’s not a very good idea. We might get ants or mice in the house trying to eat them.
DorkySon: Perhaps when we get home I should show you…
Me: Perhaps you should. Continue reading



