last night we celebrated Kaylyn's birthday early, since I'll be out of town.
We ended the evening at Village Inn, ordering pie.
He didn't much care for his triple berry pie, given that it had, according to him, poisonberries in it. Despite my best efforts to convince him it was boysenberries, he remained unconvinced. He ended up eating my lemon supreme pie, having to literally pull the pucker off his face with his hands.