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Last Friday we took the hooligans to pick strawberries. It was kind of more like taking them to lunch though, since they ate strawberries the entire time we were there and had the mustaches and beards of sticky red stuff to prove it. I used to always go with my mom as a kid and was excited to take the kids and see how they liked it.

I'm not sure they were as big of fans as we were. It was hot, but they made sure to point it out every five seconds. Tirzah thought it was pretty dumb that there was hay everywhere that got in her shoes. She finally decided it was smarter to sit on my mom's legs (mind you my mom is squatting picking strawberries) so her feet didn't touch the ground and have mom pick the "yucky green things" off the strawberries and feed them to her. What a life huh?

Merrick did a little better with actually picking some berries. He carried around a little green basket and picked some here and there. The basket never actually filled up however since he kept eating out of it. By the time he got off the hay ride on the way back to the van what WAS left was thoroughly bruised and mashed in classic Merrick style. I discreetly left those berries behind and managed to keep that hidden from the child who misses nothing.

The kids decided they were done after a little bit, even though the adults didn't listen and kept picking. Merrick pointed out every time a tractor came by the field that we were going to miss it and had better get out of the field. He's so helpful. He finally just sat on the edge of the field and yelled at us. Also classic Merrick.

We ended up with a good amount of strawberries. I'm glad they only weigh what's in your basket and not your children, since they both probably left the farm with several pounds each in their bellies and on their clothes. At least they got my money's worth I guess.

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