Dropping off The Dormouse at summer camp, where they provide breakfast in the mornings. Today, it was canned blueberries and a big tub 'o plain yogurt. She walks in, spies the blueberries and points:

"Yay, blueberries." *gasp* "Momma, they make the BEST blueberries here!"

I'm never going to the effort to cook a real breakfast again.