I’m a rule follower, in most cases.
My parents, I respect them, their rules and the reasoning behind them enough to know it was best for me. My school teachers, I aimed to please without going overboard, did what I was asked to the best of my ability, listened in class and respected and appreciated their time and knowledge. My bosses, they said what was expected of me and I would always make sure it was done and a bit more. The cashier at a local u-pick field, not so much.
Hear me out, I respect him, his job and his super helpful pick tips, but following his rules of “no eating the blueberries until after we’ve paid” may have fallen on deaf ears.
U-pick with littles can make for great fun, hilarious (and messy) memories, and a wonderful way to spend a summer morning however instilling fear in my child that she must merely pick the delicious berries without even but one sample, well that was a rule I was willing to break.
Hey! I offered them to weight her on their scale before and after, respectfully paying for the difference, but apparently they don’t make this technology just yet. So in my defense, I did offer to pay for the extras we managed to sneak-off with and I will have you know that when they do upgrade their technology, I am more than willing to buck up for what she ate while she sung her way through picking 2 baskets of fresh blueberries. #badassmom #makesforbadasskids
FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH we do u-pick flowers at the same farm, each of our visits and we never take nearly as many stems as they say we can. So I feel like this evens itself out in the wash. Right? I’m not really a bad person!