Clark and I went with some friends down to Froberg Farm to pick strawberries. He was thrilled with the concept of having a little bucket to carry around. He did a pretty good job of picking the berries, though a few were squished in the process. I wondered how many times he might dump out the contents of our bucket but he didn't do it once.
The best strawberry I brought home with me was this one. (A very nice grandpa volunteered to help Clark get his head in the right spot for me, hence the cap poking out the top right corner.)
When we got home I thought we could enjoy some of our beautiful berries together, but judging by Clark's reaction, they are too sour for his taste. More for me!
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