Blue-blays

When DD was little she used to call blueberries "blue-blays." We knew what she meant when she asked for blueblays and eventually she grew out of it. Tonight I was cleaning blueberries and she said to her brother, "I'm helping mom clean blueblays." (Occasionally we recall the cuteness of the mispronunciation so evidently she is aware of the term.) So I said, "DD, do you know where "blueblays" comes from?" To which she replied, "Blueblay vines."

She didn't laugh - she was oddly serious. So an initial wave of panic came over me that maybe she forgot they were called blueberries. And, actually I was asking if she knew the story of "blueblays" and how she used to pronounce blueberry when she was little. A little while after she referred to them as blueberries and I realized that her sarcastic response was a mock answer!

So blueblays aside, I cut watermelon and cantaloupe and I started to tell both kids how I used to work at Ponderosa in high school and college and I was prepared to tell them how I spent hours on end cutting ridiculous pounds of fruit and DD stopped me. "Mom, I think we've heard about your restaurant work before."

I'm 2 for 2 tonight. I still have to get them to bed so there's a chance I'll strike out again before the night ends.