32 Blueberries

The kids went blueberry picking with friends the other day. A few days later the following conversation occurred:
Son: I feel sorry for dad.
Wife: Why is that?
Son: Remember when I told you I put 32 blueberries im my mouth the other day?
Wife: Yes, but how did you chew them?
Son: I couldn't, I spit them back into a bowl, and dad ate one when he came home.

This confession sent my wife into spasms of laughter, I was not so pleased. Rinsing them just doesn't cut it. Let this be a warning to all of you with boys. Assume nothing. Luckily, the wife is a nurse and I am on my third and final Cooties treatment. I should be back to 'normal' in a few days.