Our little town had some excitement today. A black bear cub was found wandering about in one of the neighborhoods about one of our schools. Charles, already at work, suggested that 'It wasn't too far away - why not go see what all the fuss was about?'
Needing a break away from the summer doldrums, we took his advice and tooled about looking to see if we could find the source of excitement. But, fortunately or not we didn't. After stopping off at a little deli and picking up something for lunch we began the drive home.
In the back seat JB began prattling along about all sorts of topics and settled on when people talk about berries.
"All they talk about are raspberries, cherries, strawberries, and blackberries. They always forget about two important ones; huckleberries and cranberries."
"And dingle-berries, can't forget about those." BW quietly added.
I belly-laughed, grateful that I hadn't begun drinking from my soda, JB regarded the boy with shock her mouth making a perfect 'O', and he continued to look out the window only smiling now; he'd finally gotten the girl to stop chattering for a moment.
Dingle-berries... Indeed.
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