We were strawberry picking this weekend. For the first time as a parent, the big girls 'got it'. They ate berries, they picked, they ate, they picked, and they actually had a decent amount in their berry boxes at the end. And those berries were good berries, not all white or bug eaten or anything.
Meredith, now is another story. First thing she said to me when we got to the field was ' my tummy hurts', which is code for, i need to go poopie. Thankfully, I keep a chinatown 99 cent kiddie potty in my car. That problem was solved.
The worst part was, when I had my back turned from her she WALKED THROUGH MY BERRY BOX. It was a largish rectangular box filled with freshly picked strawberries. There were three footprint sized areas of squished strawberries. Seriously child!
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