On the way home from Ohio, Kris saw a sign saying Fresh Strawberries, Pick Your Own. Kris looked at me and said, that sounds really good. I said, I would be a fan of that. So she turned around and it turned out to be a good field with really yummy fruit. I was excited since I had never picked my own berries before.
So while we're picking, I started telling Rebecca about my blog.
"What's a blog?"
"Well it's on my computer and I'm going to put you're picture on there and you can go and read about our strawberry picking."
"I see a big problem with that Aunt Leisha"
(uh oh) "What's the problem, Becca?"
"I can't read!"
In the pictures, Rebecca is eating licorice. When we pulled in, it just so happened that my nephew John was having some poop issues and needed to go right there by the car. My sister was starting to get a bit stressed by the whole thing. He was crying, she was searching for clean clothes, the other kids were back in the car wondering when we were going to get moving, and she just sighed. So I pulled out my bag of licorice and said "I think it's time for a snack. And don't worry, it's even strawberry flavored!"
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