Blueberries, eh?

Y'know, John Paul eats a lot of blueberries. Always has (these boys are practically fruitbats -- Alane really loads them up on berries and melon, all good stuff).

I remember one afternoon when Alane went out, leaving me to watch John Paul (when I really wanted to watch the ballgame). Anyway, he'd eaten a ton of blueberries already that day, and he was a pretty happy baby. He was scurrying back and forth on the floor while I sat on the couch -- surprisingly able to watch a fair amount of the ballgame. I even remember thinking to myself at the time: "This isn't bad. I'm here on the couch, relaxing. Ballgame on TV. John Paul happy, not crying, just sitting on the floor, quietly playing in the soil."

Soil? What soil?

For the previous few minutes, I'd barely notices that John Paul was very busy picking around in what looked like scattered potting soil. Closer inspection revealed dark-matter debris, somewhat resembling the deflated husks of . . . blueberries. I looked at John Paul's diaper. It was ripped. I'm no genius, but I immediately knew all that needed to be known...

So, Jenia, for the sake of love, and for the sake of family, please, stay off the carpets!