We went strawberry picking yesterday. It was my first time since I was a little girl and G's first time. I mentioned to my strawberry lover that we would try to go a few weeks ago when Michael was in Boston but the weather prohibited us from going. She has been asking ever since.
When we got there, instead of excitement, she was more like - "what! you want me to pick my own strawberries? work for my food? no way, mom!"
After a little encouragement, she jumped on board the strawberry picking train.
It probably helped that she got to sink her teeth into a huge and juicy strawberry as she picked.
I love the strawberry juice covered face!
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