As is par for the course with kids, it didn’t go exactly as I had imagined. He was a lot more interested in running around, trying to step IN the box of berries and ON the plants than he was picking.
Whatever. He got lots of fresh air, sunshine and exercise and we went home with a box full of loot.
This was his favourite part:
He pushed the wagon all the way in from the far field we were picking in. Dad only had to steer! Not bad for 14 months old.
We’ll make a farmer of him yet.
We came home and ate our berries the best way I know how, fresh, sliced with vanilla whipped cream. Bliss.
Here’s my second favourite thing to do with my strawberries: