Picking blackberries

Little B raced around the cottage for the umpteenth time.

"Where are you going now?" Asked Simone.

"Picking bewies," said little B without glancing back.

Simone sighed and glanced at the berries spilling out of the now converted beach pail. "Okee dokee," she said.

Little B picked enough of the tart blackberries to make a jar of jam. That kind of focus should be bottled. Simone, for her part, would rather have napped in the sun... That's probably why she isn't a world famous success, non?