Berry cool

When papa comes over, of course, the first thing Talullah says is "Outside, papa. Outside!" She knows she has him wrapped around his finger, and he's never in my house for more than five minutes before the two of them head out the front door. They peek over the back fence to see the dogs in the neighbors yard. They climb through the little plastic play house. And lately, they walk up the road to go pick berries off whatever bushes they can find. Today, miss T came back twenty minutes late for her nap, covered in berry juice. She was happy as can be until I reminded her it was still time to lay down. Should I have been surprised that papa volunteered to stay with her until she was fast asleep? Absolutely not.