Blueberry Hell

This is why some days I don't know if I'm really cut out to be a mother...
We picked some blueberries yesterday so today I thought I would make something with them. Mmmm...Savannah loves blueberries and this recipe is pretty simple so I had her "help." That was not the problem. She stood on her little stool and added the blueberries proudly. After we made and baked our goodies, we let them a cool a while before having one. I cut one in half and put it on one plate. I took it into the living room for us and told her to be very careful. It was still a little too warm for her so she spit out one of her bites...that contained a whole cooked blueberry...that fell on the beige carpet...that she stepped on. Oh no! Well, that one was my fault for eating in the living room. But I quickly grabbed the Resolve and a rag and after much, much blotting got most of it out. So then, I give her the rest of the treat and have her sit at the table. As I'm wringing out the rag, she says, "I pee pee!" And she had. I intended to make her go after we ate our treat, but then the mess and I forgot. So, now I go and wipe up the pee, take her to the potty, and change her pants. Next, I go into the living room to catch some TV as she finishes up eating in the kitchen. I go in a few minutes later to see she has gotten blueberries on her shirt, on the table and is "finger painting" blueberries all over the lovely while salad plate! So I get the rag, again, wipe up everything, put the rest of the treat in the trash and go change her shirt.
Anyone want some fresh blueberries?. . .damn little things. . .