It’s strawberry season
And we’re getting ready for a jam session.
We all went a pickin’ this afternoon.
She picked several quarts.
And she picked several quarts.
And this dude?
He ate about a quart … or so it seemed. Also, he ran in the rows and didn’t believe me when I told him there was a sign saying NOT to run in the rows. He then marched his belligerent little rear over to the sign and read it for himself. “Well?” I asked with a knowing voice when he returned. Never one to disappoint he replied,
“You’re right, Mom!” “I’m hungry! Can we go now?”