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One Saturday this summer, we went blackberry as a family. My oldest son (3) loves blackberries, just like his old man. He of course had to have his own bucket. He was walking around with his bucket, shoving blackberries into his mouth as quickly as possible. Never had more than a few blackberries in his bucket. When I told him they needed to go in his bucket and not his belly, he said "No no, wit's [sic] ok, Daddy. Dey're good." As if that explained everything...