Julie told me to put blueberries on the grocery list. Ever reasonable, I responded, "They're out of season."
Ever reasonable, she responded, "I don't care."
This morning the reason for the blueberries became apparent. "Daddy! I need blueberries. I need two blueberries. Daddy, do we have blueberries? Did you buy blueberries? Do we have blueberries? I'm going to get some blueberries. Two blueberries."
"Lyla, do you happen to need two blueberries?"
She repeated her first speech nearly verbatim. I retrieved two blueberries and then followed her exact and passionate instructions in preparing peanut butter toast and an apple slice, at which point she created this:
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