“It was years ago when the children and I went deep into our backyard to pick blackberries.
The son asked the question of any child-pickingblackberries.
“Why can’t we just eat them now?”
I gave him that look, hoping I wouldn’t have to answer.
“We need to wash them first,” said I, the responsible one.
“Why?” he said. “Because dogs may have used the bathroom on them,” I said and, as the words spilled out…
