While we were picking berries, W got stuck by the thorns, cried like he had just lost an arm, and asked us why God put thorns on dewberries. We told him to keep little boys from eating them. He sat there in silence thinking about that, so we had to quickly correct ourselves and explain that it was really to keep the pesky birds from eating all the berries before the kids could get to them. I could tell he was only mildly satisfied with that answer, since it didn’t really help him figure out a way to get berries without getting stuck.
Later on, he figured out how. Let Mom and Dad pick em .. then eat them when we get home. And of course, a big bowl of vanilla bean ice cream with fresh dewberries goes a long way towards erasing any painful memories of thorns. W loved em.