Yesterday we went strawberry picking.
Please take note of how clean his shirt is here.
I can't imagine why when we told him the strawberries weren't for eating yet, he got upset. It's not like we put him in the middle of thousands of his favorite food and told him he couldn't have any. Oh wait, yeah, that's basically what we did. Oops. So, if you have the "dirty dozen" list posted on your fridge or the thought of eating a non organic strawberry covered in dirt and pesticides and possibly bugs makes you a little ill, probably best to turn back now. (I justified it because it had just rained, and he only ate a few, and after all they are organic if by "organic" you mean carbon based.)
Oh, the mess. Thank God for wet wipes and Shout.
We picked almost six pounds of strawberries. Conor mostly just ate them - his picking technique needs some work as it involves just squeezing the strawberries until they disintegrate off the plant. Hopefully by blueberry season he will have figured it out.