Tuesday, June 16, 2015

The End of Clean Clothes As We Know Them

At 2:30 p.m., Cubby announced he was going on a hike to the ram pasture.

At 2:45 p.m., he came back in the house and I asked him how his hike was.

"It was deeeelicious*!" he said. "The mulberries are starting to get ripe!"

Sure enough, all his fingertips and the soles of his feet were already stained purple.

And then Charlie piped up, "I want some mulberries!"

Right. If you need me anytime in the next month, you can find me boiling water to pour over all their inevitably stained clothing.

* He actually talks like this. I'm not making it up for dramatic effect.