“Here we are at the blueberry farm,” says Grandma. “The berry bushes are this way.”
“We should pick lots because Grandpa wants to make a blueberry pie,” says Yo. “Blueberries are his favorite fruit.”
“We want the big, blue, ripe ones,” says Grandma. “Taste how sweet they are.”
“Yum,” says Yo. “Maybe this is my favorite fruit too.”
“Pick gently,” says Grandma. “Blueberries are tender.” “I know,” says Yo. “I just kind of roll them off the stems into my tub.”
“You’re a good worker, Yo,” says Grandma. “I think we have gathered enough berries. Let’s go pay the farmer and then head home.”
“Wow, we picked lots of blueberries,” says Yo. “Grandpa can bake a really big pie.”…