Pie

My baby made me a blueberry pie today. She made it with her own sweet little hands. Fresh picked blueberries(when she uses frozen blueberries I mash her face in it), I just ate a giant piece with whipped cream. Very enjoyable, I wept a baby bit, at its wonderfulness. I cry a lot, so what, mostly when food is involved, or a good Duke Wayne movie. If I even think of "The Ballad of the Green Berets" I start to get welled up. I cry when I'm kicking someones ass. Anyway, that was some good pie.