We went strawberry picking on Saturday, a first for me. But I’m a family man now, so strawberry picking has replaced….whatever it is I used to do with my spare time. We arrived around noon and the lot was full. Who knew so many people picked strawberries? I was delegated to stroller duty while my wife went to work on the picking.
Strolling about the countryside, I had to keep moving or crying ensued. I put that Chicco Caddy to the test, pushing over and through clumps of rocks and dirt as we checked out the cows and scenery...wait, that wasn't a rock..
And then we stumbled upon the jackpot, rows of plump red strawberries just waiting to be picked. I plucked one and took a bite, and then another. It wasn't long before I was stuffing my face like a goblin while filling a container with the mother load. Then Dad got in trouble.
It never occurred to me that there may have been a reason no one was in the area. I was politely told that the section I was pillaging was off limits. With my head hung in shame, my son and I were escorted back to the public section and admonished for not paying attention. I wiped my mouth with my hand, mumbling my apologies with a mouth full of berry…. Way to go dad.