
So we went strawberry picking and it was so much fun! Dennis got to ride in his little wagon.

And as soon as we started picking strawberries... he didn't want to move. He thought we were dishing up his tray- He would just eat one after another... luckily he got sick of them and we could start a pile to take home.

Then he got out of the wagon to help us pick. He loved running around in the field and helping us pick the berries. But, once in a while he wanted a quick and easy snack, so he sat down next to our box.

mmm so good. It reminds me of that book about blueberry hill. curplink, curplank, curplunk.

He had so much fun on the ride home with not just 1 but 2 twelve year old gals that love him. (check out that red smear down his arm and on his face)

He had to have strawberries for breakfast the next day too! Nonnie's specialty- strawberries on toast.

Thanks for the great day!
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