Strawberry, Strawberry

On Friday the kids and I met up with Mel and the kids and her friend Torina and her two girls at a Strawberry Patch. The Roberts and the White kids were little pros at the selection and collection of strawberries. My kids, on the other hand, needed a little help.

Kira ready to collect some berries.

Nikos, still a little confused about the object of our jaunt. This could come from the fact that I told him we were going to go to a farm (whoops - patch, farm...whatever) and he then inferred that we were going to be cowboys. From there he started on about how we were going to pick strawberries off cows and then make sure the cows didn't scare the ducks away. What? Maybe I should have shot down this theory before we got to the patch but it was a little too late for that.

Once he realized he was picking strawberries it was NO HOLDS BARRED. No strawberry was safe - including those that were green, covered in mud and a little bit rotten.

Although you weren't supposed to eat the strawberries I had a hard time explaining that to Olive, so I just gave in and let her go crazy. (Good parenting, right?)

And the group shots.

Love these - Mel called for funny faces and check out Nikos - he totally looks down to see what Mason is doing and then imitates it!

We had lots of fun and came home with a few pounds of strawberries. Next up: cherries!