Our second annual trip to the U-Pick Strawberry farm took place today. It was just me and the kiddos, and we had such a good time. I made sure to read the rules to my kids before heading into the motherland.
It was a good thing that there wasn’t a rule against eating as you go, because my kids easily doubled our loot by their constant taste testing.
Icka just kept picking and picking. Each time she or Scout found a good one, they would call out, “This one’s a BEAUTY!”
Scout called out the BEAUTY comment, and tricked Icka into devouring this totally unripe strawberry. Scout thought he was a genius. And Icka must not have caught on, because she ate every last morsel.
In an attempt to keep the rules, I jumped over one of the rows. In one fell swoop, I broke my flip flop (allowing me walk like an idiot the rest of the time)….
…and swiped a strawberry that painted a really nice design on my white pants. By the way — who is the moron who wears white to something like this?
My kids weren’t fazed, and picked on.
Scout was pretty stoked at our bounty in the end.
But he wasn’t stoked when I didn’t have wipes or a rag in my car to wipe he and Icka down with. So I grabbed a diaper and filled it with water from my water bottle and started cleaning my kids. When I got to Scout’s face, he said, “Mom….I am embarrassed by this.” Oh how sad. Poor little guy. I have never even heard him utter that word before. But to his dismay, I kept wiping as I was almost hysterically laughing.
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The classic is that when I got home and told Tristen that story, she just said, “Scout…welcome to your heritage.”
It’s true my boy….it really is a life-long sentence for you!
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