Yesterday while we were picking blueberries, Vince had gone off on his own and I stayed on the row that I started picking on. A couple of adults and kids came up and started picking on the row behind me. There are over 2,000 plants there and probably at least 60 rows.
Not long after I started picking, a couple of ladies and two kids came up and started picking on the row behind me.
The kids came through the bushes and started picking on the row I was picking on. I’m sure it’s safe for the kids to not be right with the adults. The moms could see them through the bushes, could definitely hear them and the kids didn’t go any farther. While they were behind me, I could hear every word they were saying. I could hear two ladies talking about some of their church friends (in a not so good way) and they were about four rows from me.
Anyway, the little boy, who was 4 started talking to me. His dad had been working about four states away and that was a LONG way away. Now his dad works about 30 minutes from home. He told me his name and he told me how his parents came up with his name. He proceeded to show me which blueberries I should pick, which ones I should not eat. I picked a handful and dropped a couple of them when putting them in my bucket so I picked them up and put them in my bucket. He then told me that I shouldn’t pick them up from the ground so I explained to him that I had just dropped those and was only picking up what I had dropped.
After about 10 minutes of non-stop talking, he stopped, had a funny look on his face and said “WAIT! Why am I talking to you? You’re a stranger!” I laughed and said “Maybe it’s time for you and your parents to have a stranger danger talk!” His mom was cracking up. She explained to him that while he shouldn’t talk to strangers most of the time, if mom or dad are standing right there, it might be ok and he could continue talking to me.
He wanted to know if I had brothers or sisters, told me his mom has eczema. Then he asked me if I am part of a small group with my church. I told him no. He told me the church they go to has small groups and told me I could go to his small group with him. They make things and have good snacks.
That’s about the time his mom was ready to move on to a new location. He was a fun little kid to talk to and it made a good part of my blueberry picking a bit entertaining.
Carolyn says
LOL they are so funny! There are 3 little ones across the street from us if they see me out working they run over to talk….. or bike over. And non stop OMGyes
Joyce says
My parents and I used to go to a local blueberry farm to pick. It’s a riot to listen to the little kids. The funniest I heard one year was a little kid who was whining about being tired, wanting to leave, etc. Mom was getting fed up and finally told him to stop whining and they would do something fun later. The kid, in the biggest whine voice ever, said “but I’m noooot whining”. Stretching it out as long as he could. Every adult in the general vicinity all burst out laughing. Even the mom was laughing at him.
Judy Laquidara says
While Addie was picking with us over the weekend, we did stop and have a book review about The Little Red Hen! You don’t pick and help or at least be pleasant while we pick, don’t expect to eat the blueberries!
Katherine says
When my kids were really little, the only rule was you can’t eat the berries I pick. Later on, it was we’re not leaving until we collectively have a bucket full. If you help pick, we will get done sooner. They still couldn’t eat the berries I picked though.
Susan Nixon says
Oh, I love little ones in the 4-5 age group! They are so funny, as you heard yesterday! I taught pre-school before elementary, and the things you hear!
Judy Laquidara says
I can imagine! I still get funny things form Addie sometimes and she’s 8 but she’s growing up and I can tell sometimes there are things she thinks about and doesn’t say exactly what she’s thinking.