I’ve never taken N strawberry picking before, and last weekend spotted a friend had taken her two to a pick your own only 10 minutes drive away from us. We didn’t have particular plans on Sunday (mine were to relax after Britmums Live), so decided as it was a lovely day, we’d go and check it out.
Now N is a massive strawberry fan. I mean, I like them with cream or ice cream, and the OH is partial to them (with both ice cream and condensed milk!). But N obviously takes after his Grandfather, who will happily polish off any leftovers after having had a full bowl ful. So I was a bit worried about whether N would actually pick them, or just try and eat lots.
My concern was unjustified. I obviously have no faith, as I told him in the car that we had to wait until we’d paid to taste them. He nodded and true to his word, he didn’t eat one strawberry…until the people in the strip next to us said how cute he was and how much he was enjoying it, then encouraged him to eat one. So one he had.
It really was a beautiful day, and the pick your own was the best I’ve been to. We picked up a couple of plastic punnets, and off we went.
Every couple of rows, the strawberry name changed, so you could choose which type you wanted. N decided on the rows of Alice strawberries.
I had to keep reminding him that he had to check before picking that the strawberry was red all over. It took him a while to get the checking before rather than checking after he’d picked it. Sorry, to the pick your own for the wasted unripe ones he picked before he got the hang of it! But he loved it.
Needless to say I picked half his punnet for him, and he proudly carried his punnet to the shop to be weighed and paid for. He would not let me carry it…I half expected him to say no to the man who wanted to weigh the punnet!
We got them safely home, and N decided he wanted to show Granny and Gramps his strawberries he’d picked. One Gator ride later and he was showing the in laws and his aunt and cousins them over at the farm.
He wouldn’t let anyone have one though. Until eventually he let his youngest cousin choose one. But even poor Gramps wasn’t allowed to touch them, let alone eat one.
‘They’re all mine’.
I didn’t think much of that. Until tea time and I took one punnet out of the fridge to hull the strawberries ready for pudding.
‘Noooooo, they’re mine. Noone else can eat them’
When I ignored him ‘Mummy, put.them.back.in.the.fridge’. Ooh stroppy!
I couldn’t believe it. He seemed to think that his punnet was his, and his only. So I had to explain that it wasn’t, that we picked them for everyone to eat. Eventually he was pacified, and we could all eat them for pudding.
He had to finish off the last few though.
I thought we’d had a lovely day, and asked him what he enjoyed most. We’d been strawberry picking obviously, but he’d also played outside with his cousin for a while. I thought he’d say one of these, but no.
‘Getting your car washed’.
Obviously it’s the little things that toddlers enjoy, including tasks like going through the car wash. I suppose we only go every 2 months when the car is filthy, but he always looks petrified…even though he says he enjoys it!
Have you been fruit picking with your children? Are they strawberry fans?