There was a little box of beautiful, ripe autumn raspberries in our farm share this evening. Zoe recognized them immediately and pointed to them saying “my! my!” (“My” is her new favorite word, edging out even “no” at the moment.) I handed her 3 berries, which she immediately shoved into her mouth. I handed her four more. Same thing. “Can you stop shoveling these straight into your mouth, and instead eat them one at a time?” I ask as I hand her a couple more and put the rest away. She can not. After dinner, Chris took her up to take a bath, and as I put away the other produce from the farm share, I see the little box of beautiful, ripe autumn raspberries. I pick out one and taste it. Perfection in a small bite. Doing away with decorum, I shove the next half dozen in my mouth and devour them in a single bite.