The Boy: We could plant some blueberry bushes.
Me: Yes, that would be cool.
The Boy: And raspberry bushes, and an apple and peach tree too.
Me: We could even get a couple chickens. Home grown eggs are supposed to be way better than the grocery store ones.
The Boy: WE COULD GET A COW AND HAVE FRESH MILK AND WHIPPED CREAM ALL THE TIME, AND I COULD MAKE ICE CREAM AND HOMEMADE BUTTER. WE SHOULD MOVE TO A FARM!!! CAN WE MOVE TO A FARM? LET'S MOVE TO A FARM!
Me, thinking quietly to myself: ((Or I could just shut up, buy you the $16 bag of frozen blueberries, and be grateful I don't have to milk them)).
Keep in mind this child is the spawn of me, queen of the PB&J, and someone who doesn't trust food that isn't salted, wrapped in plastic, frozen, and requires microwaving. I cannot explain it.