And, before 7:30 a.m., everyone within a one-mile radius got a lovely wake-up call--a 3-year old screaming at the top of her lungs: "No! Mommy can't have any blueberries! Nobody can have blueberries! They're my blueberries! I won't share!"
Hopefully, the closed windows and door to her bedroom muffled it a little bit. We haven't been chased out of the neighborhood yet.
Oh, and we all somehow managed to get blueberries on our pancakes this morning.
1 comment:
LOL! I'm so glad we live in a house and not an apartment for that very reason1
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