As a lover of fresh strawberries, I have been patiently waiting for the right time to take Nathan to our local pick-your-own strawberry farm. Let’s just say that after today’s adventure in strawberry “picking”, the time is still not right…

We arrived at the farm, obtained our basket and walked over to an open area (in other words, where we would not disturb any other people). Nathan stooped down low to see how and what we were picking. He yanked off a couple of green ones. I showed him again how and what we were picking. He yanked a couple more. I then lead him a little further down the row to a plant with many red strawberries. He still managed to pick more green strawberries. I PLEADED with him to pick the RED ones. He then took off running down the row, through the field. The sound of those healthy, thriving strawberry plants being crushed by my toddler mimicked the sound of a bulldozer tearing through concrete. My heart was breaking for the plants and I couldn’t have been more embarrassed. Meanwhile, my friend and her toddler were quietly enjoying the picking of strawberries together. Their basket was almost full and I could even hear the little one saying how much fun it was to pick strawberries with her mommy. Ugh. I finally caught Nathan and hauled him out of the field. After a one-on-one chat about how the fiasco in the field wasn’t ok, I snapped his photo with MY reward for such a stressful adventure. He looks so sweet and cute, but no joke–he got his craaaaaazzzzyyy on!